Poetic-Verses
'' The Art Of Survival ''
Who has control?
Over my soul,
I'll find out only after I die,
As we ourselves dictate this role
I don't know if it's truth or a lie.
What's really odd?
I've never seen God,
Nor has anyone I know,
Who is this deity they say we should laud,
They say he puts on a good show.
You cannot be sure,
Your illness he'll cure,
As some die while others will live,
It doesn't exactly reassure,
Who does he choose to forgive?
It has to be said,
He can raise from the dead,
Water he can change into wine,
He can feed the thousands with a loaf of bread,
Is that why they say he's divine?
What leaves me demented,
Is he is misrepresented?
As he's been known to enjoy a good fight,
Could it be this creations invented,
To ensure we know wrong from right.
The original intention,
For this heavenly invention,
Was to ensure the installation of fear,
The human mind is from another dimension,
But some of us don't always adhere.
His believer's have claimed,
He does not get ashamed,
No that's left for his deadly rival,
For all that goes wrong Satan gets blamed,
God's an expert in,
' The Art Of Survival '
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`` The Art Of Survival ``
`` The Art Of Survival ``
