I refuse to believe God has a plan for me.
I refuse to believe he took the time to construct a path for me.
Because if he did, that sick, sick fucker,
I would be sworn to dethrone that sadistic king churches worship.
I am by no means a puppet.
Not to Man, not to God.
I'm not a fiction book. Do not write my story for me.
I am not Gods work, I am a statistic deemed nearly impossible.
I am a miracle.
I am a chance.
I am the product of evolution.
Of nature.
I refuse to believe some demented interdimensional being poofed me into existence.
Not even Satan himself would brew a torture scheme to this extent.
This is not Gods work.
This is our work.
We did this.
YOU ARE READING
Why Don't I Write You A Poem
PoetryI write poetry all the time to an empty audience. I don't expect posting it here to be any different but at least I'm putting my work out there.
