Grand Creator

This came from my lack of faith in religion, and the concept if I came face to face with some God-like being, aswell as the contrast between me and my more religious friends and family.

Creator:
He wants to think I’m fake.
But I’ve always been here.

Me:
Birthed into a cruel world,
nothing but an anxious creature.
Nervous all the time.
I’ve broken my own confidence meter.
Pacing in circles,
I’m not a thriver.
And the lord has only taken,
and given me torture.

I’m the black sheep.
I’m the non-zealous cretin.
Trapped in a lecture,
give me a damned vaccine.
I’ll sell my soul,
but I won’t give in to an agenda.
I’ll live free.

You can’t save me.
I don’t know when I’ll have to tell you again.
Im only believing in destiny.
Not any old man in the sky.
I’ve had time to breath,
But I still can’t place myself in this society.
Just because I don’t believe in a grand creator.

Creator:
Revel in my power.
Kneel down and come follow me,
I have encountered your kind before.
What did I do?
That wasn’t good for you?
I’m noble at heart.
The angels endlessly sing my gracious score.

You are the one I can’t make any promises for.
Nor can I count all your sins and remorse,
but just know that I’m always here.

I can’t save you alone.
I don’t know when I’ll get you to believe in me again.
Im greater then you could believe,
not just any old man in the sky.
You’ve had time to grieve,
and you still place me in your mind.
Even if you don’t believe in a grand creator.

Me:
I can feel my brain starting to fidget again.
His immortal presence screwing with my head.
I wish to be free.

Creator:
I fear, that your end.
Won’t be as pleasant as your friends who kneel down.
I’m near,
just let know when it comes to be your time.
Call on the angels,
reach for the light.
Embrace my name,
if you want to come with me.

Me:
You can’t save me.

Creator:
I don’t know when I’ll get you to believe in me again.

Me:
Im only believing in destiny.

Creator:
But I’m not just any old man in the sky.

Me:
I’ve had time to breath,

Creator:
and you still place me in your mind.

Me:
What’s there to do when it comes to an immortal grand creator?

Creator:
He wants to think I’m fake.
But I’ve always been near.

Author's Note

I added the Me:/Creator: as in the original transcript the creators lines are italicized but this site won’t allow me to do that, so I added it as a clarification as to not let it get confusing