You are depraved , A mad man!
What kind of sick joke is existence?
Giving a life, just to take it away
What was the point of it?
Handing free will ,like a lollipop to children
Then slipping a game plan like a coach.
Expecting love from those you've abandoned
The orphanage overflows. The litter you left
Behind to fend in the world that you imagined
Seeks the genocide of your hard work.
How do you respond? In silence.
no ones Ever heard a word.
Yet you expect devotion, to blindly follow faith
Great works of art and towering buildings all
Made in your name.
If I could I'd write you up ,for a child support claim. But You must be trillions in debt. Not a dime
One child spent . Is that's why you never show your face? Cause gods a deadbeat father,
And now you've got daddy issues, cause god left your papa , then your daddy left you. You know how these things go human see human do.
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The Room with Many Doors
PoetryA collection of poems I've written ( the mad rantings of a teenage wannabe poet)
