This is called, The Creator Takes the Stand.
"I see, I see, but that's not the worst part.
I can't help anybody.
They have ideas of heaven I didn't give them,
I just wanted them to have fingernails and blades
of grass.
Do you know how impossible to replace a single blade of grass
with its own particular folds and edges?
I didn't mean to make these perishables
before I invented foresight.
See, in the beginning, there were limitations.
Humanity was just a knot in my throat.
Now, even the courtroom sketches accuse me.
I am mudslide, murdered infants, smashed glass sparrow.
I have wreaked no small havoc.
I'll plead guilty if it saves just one socket from a knuckle
or returns every long dead parent.
Objection, objection.
My guilt changes nothing.
I forgot to create accountability.
This world keeps happening without me.
It tends to its own evolutions and cries
in a voice like a dog whistle.
I didn't invent the dog whistle or the leash, only the ear.
I'm so sorry for the ear.
I meant to do no harm.
I won't fit in a jail cell.
I invented escape, but also forgiveness.
Do you remember forgiveness?
What about the mango or the juice that drips off
the lip to sweeten the ground.
See, I'm good.
Everyone's a good person, aren't they?
Aren't they?"
That one's kind of like God having a anxiety attack,
I guess.
[LAUGHING]
It's a variation of me.
[LAUGHING]