Or the justice,
I call my revenge – I caused on them
which I could not script
before the verdict against them for crimes against me.
Yet I usher them as being grateful at trials of misery.
And then to the hell-fires
I would command them to go to instead
as my decree of divinity to mute others
as and when I will
despite all knowing.
I seek forgiveness from myself,
but I can’t,
because conscience was not created in me,
when I was made to be born out of your necessity.
But who caused me thus?
If it were fatalism,
then I was probably dead – a useless plant,
grown from the seed in the soil
you’ve been splattering with your blood for me
to which I shall plead not guilty in my court,
even if I existed,
as an unquestionable god of yours
in all your righteousness,
created in your mind.
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