Not a suitable God

Haha! I`ve become more than ever
I can rush through the land
At the speed of light

YES! I`m immortal as God himself
And know I can surely
Smite that sinners ass!

Storms! Haha! I am the storms
Wickedly I rave over the oceans
And rough up the shores

Lightning, oh yeah! Cool!
I`m splitting trees in half
Just for fun!

I can take your hair
Your house, cash, and cars
and even your fertility!

And you will bow for me
As I provoke your mind
With the rambling words
Of my God-complex

:D



Poetry by Cr4Ky
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Written on 2008-05-24 at 00:21

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Morpheus
We are the 'god' of our own existence sometimes, and we have to choose the right and wrong things to do. As life progresses, each of us plays with the 'what if's' in life. Sometimes, we have a win, and sometimes a loss.

And, sometimes we question the things we should not question, even when we know we the truth. Thank you for this. Your writing is always wonderful.
2008-05-25


Kathy Lockhart
wow this has great impact! well done
2008-05-24