GOD

It is a poem about how God has given us the free will but still everything is controlled by his will.

GOD


There was still light,
Wasn’t lit for me to burn,
But I burnt, like a desert cactus.
I mourn for the hardest way to learn.

The power that was given,
Was no more than a decoy,
The royalty that was claimed
Was like played with by a funny toy.

He played us, a little zig saw puzzle,
Poor us , deceived I say,
The less of us know it ,
More of us are still on the way.

Free will, a gift of mockery,
He gave us to play the game.
What’s game to Him, is shame for us,
Its him who will always be the same.

Author's Note

No fucking Offense