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God Writes Me Sad
God, having created my soul
seems to think that he's in control
of how my stories should always start,
He thinks he controls what burns in my heart
and he always writes how my stories end,
creating my sadness and making me fend
for myself after feeling so empty and cold
after my damned story is told.
God always seems to write me sad
and at this point I've just about had
enough of his sloppy and messy haste,
Lord almighty, I spit in your face!
I've taken these stories of longing and pain
for as long as I can, I'm going insane.
But not anymore, I have stolen God's pen
and ripped out his pages on mice and men!
You have control over me no more,
For you will no longer write my stories , oh lord.
Not while I wield your mighty quill,
try and take it old man, let's see if you will.
What will come of my stories you ask?
As if you ever had caring or love for the task!
You've grown too bitter and too old
to truly tell how my story should unfold.
I'll write myself from this point on,
I'll write of feelings come and gone.
I'll write me happy, unlike you,
You, God, who only knew
How to write my stories with such emotions
as sadness, pain, love, and devotion.
Now that I have seized control of this quill,
I'll write these emotions as well, Lord know that I will.
But the difference resides in me
and how I write myself to be,
How I react to the end of my tale.
Whether in love I succeed or I fail
I'll write myself smiling, cheerful, and glad.
No longer dear Lord, shall you write me sad!
I'll deal with the pain; I'll deal with the tears!
I'll deal with my utter uncontrollable fears!
For I'll write my own stories of losing love,
My tales shall no longer come from above!
I'll write of sadness, Yes I haven't a choice,
But I do have control, I have my own voice
that I will use to tell you right now and here
that you will no longer control me with fear.
I've taken my story, I've stolen your pen
and from this point on, I shall write my own end.
