In realms of thought where shadows cast their veil,

A daring muse shall tell a daring tale.

Of God, a twist, a concept turned askew,

To ponder paths untraveled, shades of blue.



What if the light that guides our spirits high,

In capricious whim, did darkness belie?

What if the hands that shaped the universe,

Could, in their might, both bless and curse?



A mirror dark, a yin to yang's embrace,

God's evil side in whispered tones we trace.

Yet, caution here, for concepts intertwine,

In paradoxical realms, they intertwine.



For good and evil dance on shifting ground,

In hearts of mortals, their effects unbound.

Could God, once kind, with eyes of thunderous might,

In fits of rage, let loose the darkest night?



Or does the canvas pai In realms of thought where shadows cast their veil,

A daring muse shall tell a daring tale.

Of God, a twist, a concept turned askew,

To ponder paths untraveled, shades of blue.



What if the light that guides our spirits high,

In capricious whim, did darkness belie?

What if the hands that shaped the universe,

Could, in their might, both bless and curse?



A mirror dark, a yin to yang's embrace,

God's evil side in whispered tones we trace.

Yet, caution here, for concepts intertwine,

In paradoxical realms, they intertwine.



For good and evil dance on shifting ground,

In hearts of mortals, their effects unbound.

Could God, once kind, with eyes of thunderous might,

In fits of rage, let loose the darkest night?



Or does the canvas painted, broad and wide,

Hold hues and shades beyond our human guide?

Perchance the evil, seen through mortal gaze,

Is but a thread within the cosmic maze.



In awe we stand before the cosmic sea,

A paradox of possibility.

For God, as painted by each poet's hand,

Is shaped by dreams, by faith, by shifting sand.



So let us tread with caution in our quest,

To label God as evil, to attest.

For in our finite minds, we barely see,

The grand design of cosmic my In realms of thought where shadows cast their veil,

A daring muse shall tell a daring tale.

Of God, a twist, a concept turned askew,

To ponder paths untraveled, shades of blue.



What if the light that guides our spirits high,

In capricious whim, did darkness belie?

What if the hands that shaped the universe,

Could, in their might, both bless and curse?



A mirror dark, a yin to yang's embrace,

God's evil side in whispered tones we trace.

Yet, caution here, for concepts intertwine,

In paradoxical realms, they intertwine.



For good and evil dance on shifting ground,

In hearts of mortals, their effects unbound.

Could God, once kind, with eyes of thunderous might,

In fits of rage, let loose the darkest night?



Or does the canvas painted, broad and wide,

Hold hues and shades beyond our human guide?

Perchance the evil, seen through mortal gaze,

Is but a thread within the cosmic maze.



In awe we stand before the cosmic sea,

A paradox of possibility.

For God, as painted by each poet's hand,

Is shaped by dreams, by faith, by shifting sand.



So let us tread with caution in our quest,

To label God as evil, to attest.

For in our finite minds, we barely see,

The grand design of cosmic mystery.stery.nted, broad and wide,

Hold hues and shades beyond our human guide?

Perchance the evil, seen through mortal gaze,

Is but a thread within the cosmic maze.



In awe we stand before the cosmic sea,

A paradox of possibility.

For God, as painted by each poet's hand,

Is shaped by dreams, by faith, by shifting sand.



So let us tread with caution in our quest,

To label God as evil, to attest.

For in our finite minds, we barely see,

The grand design of cosmic mystery.