As a god, you don't seem to consider the well being of an organism. All you care about is it's existence. Its curiosities you do not know. Where it lives, you cannot inhabit. What is the significance of it?
As a god, you can't find a way to ponder the emotions of the small creations that you call "your own". Are they even yours? You treat them like your little play things. A sand box for your own joys. Imagine how they feel.
As a god, you look down at the planets and only think of the plants and animals as small little specks moving around on a globe. We are something more. We have created you and your name. We nurtured you and the world, but you decided to give us hell. We worshipped you, so why can't we be with you? Your torment is ruining our lives. What if we took control instead? Would you understand our pain?
As a god, you want to play around with my existence. Not a care in the galaxy for my thoughts and reservations. I have grown to be compassionate, but your power reigns over me. I cannot control you so why do you do this to me? Tell me! What is your reason for creating such a beautiful rock? A planet created for your destruction. What is its purpose? For what you chose to create oh so long ago, but now destroy? You may have given us the gift of life, but now all we wish for is the endowment of your power.
You are a god, but why?
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No More Seasons
PoetryThese are just little poems that I've written! :) Each one is different, some are more professional while other are just accumulations of my thoughts..
