When We Play God (a horrible poem)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Religion and Spirituality  |  House: Booksie Classic
When we play God. Know that it is not meant to be crude. So, please don’t attack me with your religion of which I do respect.

Submitted: November 18, 2018

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Submitted: November 18, 2018

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When We Play God

 

  Like you, I’ve created worlds. 

 I’ve killed those who were loved and hated.

  I’ve mocked Underworlds.

 Not to mention other gods.

  Tell me when this all makes sense.

 Like you, I’ve created beings with faces.

  Ones to be love by all, to only suffer.

 To be redeemed.

  I can’t tell you what is right, nor if I am.

 But does it really matter so?

  Wouldn’t it be nice to rely on none?

 I am a God.

  You are another deity.

 If your faith in another ever fails. 

  Know that you are a deity in charge.

 You’ve created worlds, characters, life.

  Yes, by now you should know.

 You know what I mean.

  When all is lost.

 Return to your chapter.

  Write more of your world, your people.

 You may not believe me.

  But you are a deity.

 One to admire.

  To inspire. 

 If I could grant you the pages and ink.

  I would see to you never need.

 Anything more than ink.

  And your faith in yourself.


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