I don't fancy myself a poet. I dare say you won't either, but fuck it. It's my birthday and I felt like writing a bit. And no, this isn't a nasty limerick about Armando.
Oh and take the poll.
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Why does God hate you?
If you hate me, God must hate you.
For what omnicient Being would create us both?
He is perfect. She is perfect.
Perfect beings creating imperfect worlds.
The universe is not big enough for the likes of us.
Its span can't be much to have us so close.
If opposites attract, I want to be just like you.
Only further away and overly sedated.
God is God and there's no way around it.
Everywhere and nowhere; anywhere you go.
He is cruel. She is kind.
So wonderously bipolar and imbalanced.
The God of your construct shows a lot about you.
You punish yourself for my existence.
The eleventh commandment is yours.
Thou shalt not hate, you dumb fuck.
Maybe, just maybe, it could very well be.
There's the greatest of possibility.
In fact, a very good chance that your God;
the God of your construct, is a dick.
Otherwise, why would he burden you with me?
Why would he do such a thing?
Can't you see? She's either fucking with you,
Or she's fucking with me.
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