OMNIPOTENCE
We are born to die,Until that day comes around.
Everyone of us are doing stuff,
For that seems to be our decision.
So don't worry about the day we die,
Until god's fulfilled his mission.
Deciding who's good or bad,
He probably has to do a lot of
revision..
For until our day comes along,
All of us waiting to go.
Are stuck in a sort of limbo,
Trying to get to heaven or hell.
Until then the people wanting to die,
Are stuck in time in remission.
If there's something else god
Want's us to do, Why doesn't he
at least give us all a vision.
So who decides who's naughty
or nice,
For it can't be father Christmas.
Or is life itself just an illusion,
Until god can grant everyone's
Wish.
Giving everyone peace on earth,
And goodwill to every nation.
I often wonder is he allowed to
do that? Or is that above his station.
Wouldn't it be strange if in god year's,
He's really only just a lad.
And when he's stuck with the big
decisions,
He has to go and ask his dad.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2023-07-29 at 00:09
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