I am the God who rules your days and nights
I am not the wind or the earth
I am not the starlight
I am the force that drives your paths
and suffers your tragedies
My power has great might
You see my hand in all your decisions
the thoughts you think are not your own
they are my revisions
I capture strings of fate and pull
you are at my will
what you see are my visions
Contemplation- you need not attempt
what happens next, and tomorrow
are not your intent
for I pull the tides and fly the clouds
and I twist your minds
the outcome absent of contempt
In those silent mournful moments
and in those of excitement
I am your god, I am the omens
I am the cross you bore to the fullest extent
Now kneel to me
I am Chance
dualistic
I am Free Will
Author notes
Contest entry
I chose to explore the non-religious equivalent
A contest entry
- -- God by new born.
400 points, ended October 19, 33 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
well...?
Comments
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Nice...
I agree, you did a good job here. It does read as if a woman wrote it, though... Naw, just kidding. But that Kneel to me part... hmm? LOL Keep it up. Again, nice job.
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Thanks again
As for the Kneel to me part, too often chance and free will bring me to my knees. They can be very wicked indeed.
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Hmm, well this is a different view! Not exactly how I would imagine, but it did seem to pull and tug at the soul- which ultimately means... You did a great job here
Good luck!
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