Scroobius Pip - Letter from God to man

This is a letter, from God to man:
Hey there. How's it going?
Long time, no see.

I know I haven't been around much lately,
But it didn't seem like you wanted me to be.
The last time I sent down a message,
you nailed it to the cross, so i figure,
I'd just leave you to it.
And let you be your own boss.

But I've been keeping an eye on you, I have,
and it's amazing how you've grown.
All your technological advances
and the problems you've overthrown.
And all the beautiful art you've created
with such grace and such finess
but I must admit there are a few things that,
I'm afraid, have impressed me less.

So I'm writing to apologise
for all the horrors committed in my name,
although it was never what I intended,
I feel I should take my share of the blame.
A lot of good I tried to do was corrupted
when orgnanised religion got into full swing,
what I thought were quite clear messages
were taken to unusual extremes.

My teachings where taken out of context
to meet the agendas of others,
interpretations were taken in many different ways
and hidden meanings "discovered"
Religion became a tool
for the weak to control the strong,
with all these new morals and ethics
survival of the fittest was gone.
No longer could the biggest man
simply take what ever he needed,
because damnation was the price
if certain rules were not heeded. Some of the deeds committed in my name
just make me wonder where I went wrong,
back at the start when I "created" all of this,
the foundations seemed so strong.
See all the elements were already here,
long befor I began,
I just kind of put them all together,
I didn't really think out a long term plan.
I made the sun an appropriate distance
and laid the stars across the sky,
so you could navigate the globe
or simply watch a sunrise.

I covered the earth with plants and fruits,
some for sustenance and some for beauty,
and made the sun shine and clouds rain,
so that maintenance wasn't your duty.
I tried to give each creature its own attributes
but without making them enveloped,
I gave you all your own space to grow and,
in your own way, space to develop.
I didn't know that such development
would cause rifts and jealousy,
cause you to war against each other
and leave marks on this planet indelibly.

You see, I wasn't the creator,
I was more the curator of nature,
and I want to set things straight
with homosexuals right now: I don't hate ya!
I was a simple being that happend
to be the first to yield such powers,
but I just laid the ground,
it was you that built the towers.
It was you that invented bombs
and the fear that comes with them,
and it was you that invented money,
and the corrupt economic systems.

You invented terms like "Just wars"
and terms like "Friendly Fire",
and it was you that didn't know
when to stop digging deeper
and when stop building higher.
It was you that exhausted the resources
I carefully laid out on this earth,
and it was you that even saw these problems coming
but accredited them little worth.
It was you that used my teachings
for your own personal gain
and it was you that committed such tragedies,
even if they were in my name.

So I apologise for any mistakes I made
and for when my words were misconstrued,
but this apology is to mother nature,
because I created you!