the creator, <br />the master of existence, <br />the chief correspondent, <br />has a plan for me. <br />he is obsessed with me. <br />he wants to see his plan achieved. <br /> <br />god, <br />the creator, the master of unity, <br />the holder of dignity, <br />is obsessed with me. <br />so I have got to help him. <br />Cause he is all mighty. <br /> <br />god, <br />the being of all beings, <br />likes to sting like a bee. <br />I have got to give him my finger. <br /> <br />he is pursuing his goal of me. <br />his statement is clear: <br />thou shall resist! <br /> <br />drop. by drop. by drop <br />god is dripping his <br />faith on her. <br />driving her crazy <br />in every experience rising, <br />she is submitted more. <br />that lovely plan of <br />extinguishing her. <br /> <br />she swings her fate, <br />just as god would like <br />up and down, <br />round, and round. <br /> <br />she hurries onto god's bed. <br />cause he is so powerfully giving, <br />subject herself to her guilt <br />of not loving her before hand <br />he crucifies her palm. <br /> <br />then the blood is all over <br />god's body. <br />god stinks <br />of her dry blood. <br />just like it is written on the quran, <br />from the clotting blood, <br />there arises a new life. <br />a new existence. <br />new species. <br />this time, <br />devoid of god.<br /><br />celine charcoal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/god-s-plan/
