The creator

Im high above,

Far away from hate and love.

I watch you from my residence,

I watch your fake smile and faded innocence.

I watch you do the sins,

I watch you pricking people with pins.

I sit still in my chair,

But inside my heart is about to tear.

"Is this man the creation of me?" i ask

Who fails in every task.

I sit dissapointed in my chair.

With grave and dispair.

Im dissaponted with my every child,

This materialism has made you wild.

I will wait for an explanation.

From my every creation!