God hates mondays too

Has it ever occurred to anyone that god hates Mondays too?
That on Sunday he sometimes thinks of quitting the job,
Or dropping out of school,
dumping an unfaithful spouse.
Has anyone ever thought about what gods dreams once were,
Before us, before kids?
Maybe some small island on the equator tailored for a retirement home...
1000's of miles away from civilization.
Has anyone wondered how god feels?
That maybe gods image has been twisted?
Corrupted by the churches,
Stained by wars,
Bruised by the true sins of mankind.
Has anyone imagined that god left us behind a long time ago?
Maybe it is because once we were pure
and now
(like all beautiful things through time) are decayed,
and have cast our rust on that which was most pure.
Maybe we became to much to bear:
with Hell full to the brim and more waiting in line.
To be disposed of,
recycled.
Maybe god gave up on us and moved on to a new family,
another experiment, in
another slowly spoiling petri dish,
with a sun that will in time explode.
Maybe just maybe-
we are gods biggest mistake,
an eternally regretted birth.