Go on, laugh.

Go on and laugh,

Laugh at my mistakes

Laugh at my errors

Laugh at my misjudgements

Laugh at my weaknesses,

That’s how your raised isn’t it?

Pay no attention to my victories,

No attention to my perfections

No attention to my rights

No attention to my strengths,

That’s your blind side isn’t it?

Oh how glorious and mighty you are,

To trample on the weak

To pluck out those not worthy of your presence.

What righteousness you do have.

It’s common to understand how your praised,

Worshipped,

Glorified,

Adored.

Go on and be pitiful,

Pity my status,

Pity my intelligence,

Pity my dreams,

I can’t help it.

No one can.
Why?

Well of course, that’s just how you are.

A sad life you live..

A tranquil pebble would tremble before your spirit

A hundred polished pebbles would shudder before your authority

A thousand sturdy pebbles would quiver before your presence

A million Abhorrent,

Humiliated,

Scattered,

Deranged,

Rigid,

Jagged,

Pebbles.

Would...what?

Would one still tremble?

Would one still shudder?

Would one still quiver?

Tell me,

Is it my turn to laugh?