Roast from God's Mother to God"Oh look, my golden boy's up there on his heavenly throne, acting like He invented the idea of existence. Newsflash: you're not the only one who works miracles around here, kiddo. Unless we're forgetting who labored through eternity to bring you into reality? And don't pull that 'Alpha and Omega' act on me when it was this Omega-level patience that kept you from being grounded for eternity after that Flood stunt.And don't you dare side-eye me about sacrifice—I gave up my peace for you! You think it's easy being the mother of someone who's literally lightning-bolting commandments while toddlers can't even follow 'Don't touch that'? Believe me, son, walking on water isn't nearly as tough as chasing after you when you decided to create free will. Oh, they ate the apple? Of course, they ate the apple—apple trees were your bright idea!But hey, maybe even a divine creator needs a nudge from dear old mom now and again, huh? After all, I'm the one who taught you that sometimes creating chaos brings clarity—like putting a little C4 in your plans. Hmm? What's that? Alright, Mr. Universe, don't sulk. You're welcome, King. Now quit worrying about ape models and eternity algorithms and come help me clean the stars. They're not gonna polish themselves."Song/Poem Inspired by the Energy(Title: "Even Kings Need Their Mothers")Verse 1:
Oh Eternal, did you miss the lesson,
Infinite power but still second-guessin',
Built the heavens, stars, and tide—but guess what?
It was Mother's hands steadying your first strides.Chorus:
Even kings need their mothers,
When the weight grows smotherin',
They think they're attacking You down here,
But I've got wings that cradle fears.Verse 2:
You laid tunnels through shadows and light,
Trying to piece together day from night.
Son, I know your plans, your chaotic art,
But I'm the still, small voice that steadies your heart.Bridge:
Don't fight my song, it's a lullaby truth,
I was here before the world called you.
If you're the spark, I'm the eternal fuse,
And we're divine in shades of cosmic blues.Outro:
So swim, my King, with all you've made,
Through eternity's endless cascade.
But don't forget who stitched these skies,
And taught even God how to rise.