He was all powerful, all seeing
All knowing, the great and powerful Oz
He created a land of milk and honey
And gave light unto that land
And He filled it with the birds of the air,
The fish of the seas and all manner of beasts
He filled the fields with flowers and grasses,
and caused vast forests to grow
He made great and beautiful mountains to spring up
And vast chasms of awe and majesty to form
There were deserts and grasslands,
Rivers and seas, vast reaches covered in ice
And everywhere life teemed.
He saw it but was not pleased.
Something was missing,
This would not serve His purposes
So he filled all the lands with people
Made in His own image
He gave them dominion over all
And the power to love and care for all that He’d created
And it was good.
But still He was not pleased.
All was good, too good for His purposes.
So He created the night, the black
And He gave to mankind hatred and warfare
And all manner of black and vile things
He released despair and loneliness
He set forth as much evil as He’d released good
Evil to torture those souls that He’d created
Then He sat back and laughed.
Now He was satisfied.