Original Win - An apology from God
Dear people of God, I'm very sorry
That a typo of mine has caused you to worry
The s and the w are sadly stored
Closely together on the querty keyboard.
I'll blame it on Genesis,
The book, not the band
The next bible I write
Will be slowly, by hand.
I thought you were clever
And you would soon spot my error.
To me it's abundantly clear
Unlike a Guinness but a Weiss beer
What I created was good and was true
That includes people and certainly you
The glass is more than half full
The world is normally good, not evil.
Just ask yourself, silly head
Your intentions as you get out of bed
Is it to kill and maim?
Or break your fast and take the train?
The milkman had now left his load
Of milk and cream on your road.
The bus driver has washed and driven
So you can travel to make a living.
The young mother holds her baby
To her breast. It seems to me
The world I made is mostly good
I presumed that would be understood.
All this talk of sin and death
Is simply bad logic and worse math
Open your eyes and smell the tea
What a typo, silly me.