Prison Planet

In the beginning, God created the Universe and everything, and he saw
that it was good……… I guess some things happen, and now we’re here

Looking for myself I wanted to run somewhere
                   To someplace, to sometime
To escape the karma of this rat race
The judgment for our crimes
And then I awoke and found that this could not be done;
Looked out my bedroom window at another rising sun
On the prison planet; my home is the prison planet

God; could there be more than a few like this place?
Across time---------and all space?
Contemplating several years on this fate……………
        Blue sphere with some love…and much hate…