His Rage Poem by Rodney Dufault

One twist of words, or one twist of fate
and this could be yours to contemplate.
Where is this earth across this space?
I have searched the universe. No trace.
Everywhere the humans were's a waste,
but I still have delusions of her embrace.
I can't wait for evolution to birth my mate.
The only solution is another earth, create.
Just need a couple newtons at first to take,
then a few revolutions for that force to wake.
This time don't be stupid or converse with snakes.
We know what that produces and it hurts. It's hate.
Tell that to the first two kids, and of course, too late.
Isn't that what your first Lord did? He endorsed the plague.
Trying to tell us how to do things, even worse He was vague.
That's why my earth's a new hit, not a port for His rage.