No, that’s simply what you believe God wants,
according to your own series of conflicting stories,
which is probably more likely what you actually desire instead,
because you sure ain’t really considering my best welfare in this mess,
hey, I’m not supposed to be thought of as an adult here,
even if I am over thirty years older than you,
not to mention a whole hell of a lot wiser,
knowing more than you on many issues when I was merely five,
but that’s not important, baby,
don’t allow it become a nuisance,
or get in the way of your concentration,
ha, unless you honestly intend on winning me over to your disgusting fantasy.
See, I’ve been busy watching the practices and habits of your God,
and of course also His pathetic followers in tow,
clearly including yourself as well, sweetie,
where you all talk a fairly poor game indeed,
since at last, that’s what everything is,
just playtime,
exactly you fooling around on me, yourself, and everyone else,
with that sickening Might Equals Right mentality pushing from behind,
ultimately being controlled while you vainly preach about freedom,
presuming we decide akin to how we did when we chose to be born too,
as those first formidable years were radically touch and go,
possibly dying numerous times at the skeletal or fleshy hands of my self-appointed betters.
Sharwrong's Song 