If it's a man that saved your life,
It was his job, his duty,
Of course.
How could he dare not to save
A priceless human without flaws.
But if "the god" has saved your life,
Then you are special, it is true!
Out of a million dying people
The only one chosen were you.
It is ironic, least to say,
That those who live, just don't know why.
They praise and hail a being whom
Has planned just how and when they
Die.
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Through the veil ( Poetry )
PoetryA volume of poems under work, a story told chaotic and backwards about the birth, death, life and intrigues of "a" or "the" God, and one small mortal who takes the trip to discover all in-between them.
