As four spiders strolled casually through a timid woods
God was staring down on his fresh creation
I know it's rather unusual for spiders to hang out
But back in the early garden things were much different
Many ideals and morals we have today were shaped by not having them back then
So even God in all of his near omnipotence
Would come on times to ask his creations for some ideas
But God knew ideas built upon themselves
Because even by day eight there was already an idea called greed
And knowing this he would always offer a gift to any creature he asked for help
Most would ask for selfish things that wouldn't bring them happiness in the end
So when God appeared before the four spiders
He had a thought to ask these gifted and unique killers for what does a hunter wish
All four spiders were already skilled architects with a most dangerous venom
So that left God to wonder as he told the four he would grant them each one wish
That as they spoke God pondered on what each well-fed arachnid wished
 
 
The first spider being the most cocky
Said I wish to have a more deadly venom than any other spider in the land
So God granted him the most corrosive neurotoxin that nature could brew
And then the first spider hurried off
Eight legs in strut and with his fangs dripping with poisonous pride
His real wish had he looked within was not to be feared but to show off to his peers
But he would never get a chance to brag in front of a crowd and so his life decayed
Because even the other spiders were too afraid
To be in the company of such a venomous bite
And so he was forced to die alone a sad recluse
 
 
The second spider being much more vain than cocky
Said to God I already know I weave the most beautiful webs
But I crave for the world to know of my art
So I wish to be able to create webs so magnificent
That some will compare my works to the words of man
And for all the world to consider me a writer of poetry in web
So God granted him the ability
To create the most extravagantly complex net in nature
And the second spider went on his way to be the author of the land
And sure enough not a minute after his first artful web was done
He gathered his first spectator
A lumberjack looking for a good tree stopped and stared at the web in a trance
The spider recognizing the twinkle in the man's eyes
Couldn’t help himself and came out of where he had been resting after the build
He moved out of the shadows to take in the man's admiration
And though the spider meant no harm
The spider had his head held high like he was demanding praise
But when the man noticed the spider out of the corner of his eye
He didn't want to shake the spiders hand instead he stomped him to the ground
And destroyed the web even though he thought it neat
He could never admire it enough to let the writing spider live
 
 
The third spider being a much more practical hunter
Wished for a silken web more sticky than the grip of death itself
God asked the third spider but why, your prey hardly ever gets away
And you have never went a day without a meal
The spider responds true but missing even one meal a year
Because something got away from my web is one too many for me
And an insult to my craft and it hurts my ego more than my belly you see
So God said I guess that is as good of a reason as your first two friends
And granted her, her wish as she batted her eyes in self-satisfied delight
The spider took no more than ten steps
Before she stopped and climbed the nearest tree
And spun her first sticky web and sure enough she caught a feast that night
But the real battle would be when she got home
To show off her new talent to her husband
He wandered around each line complimenting his wife's silky lingerie 
But when he wasn't paying attention he got to close
And got stuck in a lovely trap
And being the embodiment of the hunter she climbed in the web
With an uncontrollable urge she tried to pull against it
But when her instincts kicked in she ate a dinner made with love
Maddened by her acts she is now the blackest of widows with a scarlet curse
To be adorned by a blood red hourglass as a symbol of betrayal on her back
 
 
The fourth spider said unto god I hope this wish isn’t too much to ask
God said go ahead and ask I don't think it can be any more than your friends
And their requests to be legends of the kill in their own right
So the spider said not to be cocky like my first friend
But I already know my venom is deadly
And I'm quite content in the beauty of my web
I also never go hungry from too much my prey escaping
So what I wish for is to be able to know the sins and merits of my trespassers
So I may judge whether or not to kill them or let them live
God said I do not think that wish is any more of a feat than your friends
And I find it quite noble but why do you wish for this
The fourth spider responded I find myself having more food than I can eat
And if I could let the good creatures go free and nourish myself on the evil ones
Then maybe I can leave this world a better place than when I lived in it
God in awe of the spider asked him his name
And the fourth spider answered my name is Justice
God said I will do you one better
If you would let me use your name to promote this message
I will make you eternally known and debated forever
As the thought that all things should be based on one’s bad and good deeds
The spider named Justice said I would be honored for you to use my humble name
So God spread the wish of the fourth spider across creation
The fourth spider has long been dead but the argument for justice lives on