Spiteful GodA Poem by Forgotten
Why would you take the lives of three,
Just to create something faulty beyond repair? Am I just sick entertainment in your circus? Nothing more than a freak in a cage for your enjoyment, I cannot hear you laughing but I know you smirk, Beat me and tear open my skin, I'm nothing more than rusty cogs. I cannot escape it, The guilt you make me feel for doubting you, Your force tears from my eyes feeling the need to atone, Why take the chance on me if I'm merely scrap, Passed from another to another, Just somebody else's problem, When will I finally anger you to the point... That I'll just be recycled. How is it I can feel hate to the person who created me, Feel remorse for the man who gave me life, I am the man locked away from existence, While you would be the master who laughs at my pain, Should I feel guilty or stronger than before, For the God who looks over me is spiteful.
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Added on March 12, 2013Last Updated on March 26, 2013 AuthorForgottenGloucestershire, Stroud, United KingdomAboutMy real name is John-Paul Crawford, I do voluntary work at Stroud FM and hopefully after my training will be allowed my own slot on air. Writing takes up most of my time, I'm always trying to better m.. more..Writing
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