POEM

I don't understand, your twisted
Plan, ever fate lye's in your hands,
you've made it possible for every women
and man, to be young and to seek
death, you've gave opportunity for the
first step and you have taken away
breath as they slept.
But your the reason for being, you've
given a mind in which to create ambition.
your life,weather good or bad , I must
live you, Accomplishment's are to impress,
doesn't make me smart reading from a text,
you gave me a brain in which
to use logical means, like, when someone's
broken your heart or even crushed your
dreams, you set the atmosphere, both
god and Satan you are.
whether you love it or Hate it
to have a living is your choice.

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