"Hello, You Divine Being," I shall greet It.
Your purity ambitious, like men's with gold,
Your glance at me - and I evaporate,
Your infinite existence would not ever cease.

"Oh omnipotent being," I might ask you
A single question,
Which your prophets failed to answer,
Walking through the breadcrumbs they call countries,
Stepping on the tiny sphere, which we call Earth.

One question, that is all I want to ask you.
"Why are humans never satisfied by their creation?"
Your Excellency, you're no longer omnipotent.
I can defeat you by the gift of every human,
The greed of wanting, even in satisfaction.
That is the secret trap to which I lured You,
That is the flaw in me,
Your obnoxious creation.