The day after creation God took a look around
He whispered to himself I can do this
But just as soon as we had broken ground
He declared his first shot a miss
I would have rather he taken the way of Plath
Instead of drowning his wayward offspring
With the first of many a bloody bath
If you're the only one left of course you're king

My hands grip the bottle
Like the pilot holds the throttle
Gaining everything while losing it all
Like when men took the first fall