A Cruel GodA Poem by The Poet of Black WingsA Creator sits in their throne, Watching a man from Above.
The man was Simple. With a simple Life and ways. They enjoyed simple Things. He had simple Problems too, But he was Happy enough. That is, Until, The creator Noticed.
Old books say the Maker race Was kind. Maybe that was True. Before. Certainly not Now.
This creator was Cruel. Sadistic, even. And why not? Was it not their Right? To be and do whatever they wish?
The creator Took, the Simple man and destroyed his life. Burned their Pleasures, and made his Conflicts unbearable burdens. They did this and More, Until he finally Forced the man To climb a Mountain and stand at it's cliff, And sentenced him to fall.
Why? We always Wonder why. But the Simple of it Is, Why not? © 2016 The Poet of Black WingsFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorThe Poet of Black WingsAbouti hope my poems, among other writings, will speak for me. Edit - Full disclosure, if you ask me to read something, I will, and I'll be brutally honest about what I think about it. So, be ready for .. more..Writing
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