Divine Grifter

I dare you to exist
And put right
Your miscalculations
I dare you to gaze upon
The blossoming stains
And tell me
You wouldn’t have stopped
Eden’s destruction
When you still had a chance

I dare you to strike
Me down
For suggesting you couldn’t
Have left your house
In the hands
Of a worse caretaker

Who could have foreseen
The end results
If not you
But I suppose
If you are the mold
From which
We sprung forth
I can take some comfort
In the fact
We were fucked
From the get go