That vile Demiurge who Calls himself God Drowned all of my Forefathers, A wicked being, powerful and potent, He created the physical universe, Without election, or consent, I never asked to be, Yet here I am. He, and He Alone decided that we will Exist. And he gave us Eden, a Perfect Place. And he decided to create a Serpent. And he decided to create Eve. And he decided that we should fall from Grace. He gave us Freedom of Will, And when we used that Freedom, He Admonished us for our Choices. We Failed him, Before He had even given us Commandments. Our Men Created Cities, They Congregated, And Did what They felt was right, Without instruction from the 'Lord' And what they did thereafter, However 'Sinful' it was, They did not live in the time of Christ, Or Abraham, How could they know? But the Rains came. And the Rains would not stop. For Forty Days, the Floods Came. Washing Away All that Did not submit to the God That Sent them. Somehow, a Single Man and his Family were Chosen by this 'God' to survive the Flood, Antediluvian, that's what they called those times, When God chose to call us all wicked, Despite having created us himself. How was it for us, who were created in the Image of God, to Survive And realize that God Himself was Suicidal? That he sought to wipe his Image off of the face of the Earth? Never Again. That is why I, Nimrod, in Babylon Began the construction of a Tower Higher than any before, This Tower would be higher than any flood that God could send, A promise to us, A Promise to our Freedom from his Wrath. All of Humanity was united, fearing the Demiurge would strike again, So we Built, and we Built Together, Unified. The stones were heavy. The slope was steep. And everything was against us. But the cost, the cost of not doing it... The Cost of not doing it would be everything... Up and up and Up, It was towering through the clouds. We were almost certain to reach Heaven, And Claim ourselves as Worthy, Until that Wicked, and Vengeful God, With all of his Power, and All of his "Might", And all of his Jealousy, Decided that we were not allowed into Heaven. We simply were not good enough. He smashed out Tower. He Confused our Languages. And he let us know, Once and for all, We will never be Good Enough for Him.