The Real Creator And The WanabeA Poem by BlankPageTheory....Your so damn lucky God forgives He looks away from all that he saw He asks all that you do is pray Your even luckier I'm not your creator If I had the power to damn your soul, I would I would let you burn in the pits of hell I wouldn't look away from every drop of blood that was drawn by your hands I wouldn't look away from the child that calls to me I wouldn't look away from every tear that fell I wouldn't forget the hateful words you spoke I would throw it back at you Not in your face, your heart I would make you feel all that pain and suffering a thousand times more I would make you choke on your words Feel the hit behind the punch Let the blood pour without the wounds ever healing I would hold your tears in you Never getting the relief Never getting the pleasure Then I would turn away from you Make you the pleading child The hurt, sore, pained child that called out for help When the Devil reaches for you and pulls you down' I won't turn to your screams I won't turn to the fire consuming you But God would, he would pull you up Bring you to the light at your prayers for forgiveness and mercy Again, your so damn lucky I'm not your creator, I would give you what you deserve. © 2010 BlankPageTheoryAuthor's Note
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