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You made me, I'm your creation Not by choice I live in frustration I didn't ask for this What u call a gift Of life It's more of a burden Why should I follow The one from which I'm made You've mapped out every route Sometimes I'm soo afraid You compare me To a legend A God who is in all so vein Real or creative fiction Famous through a book That lies, and kills the tame I may have similar traits I hold no grudge and love all But my death won't save the sinners But my life can the thinking And teach The still to crawl Are my decisions mine I feel in control most the time But instances seem prewritten I knowingly move left But waiting is a situation You so obviously orchestrated The bible in its perfection Has so much contradiction You say we have free will But in stone my life is written Which is it, make up your mind I love in your torture Cause perfection is not my kind But your not perfect not even close You just sit up on your pedestal Using powers any man can boast Now it's my turn, pass me the mic I need to start your hypocritical oath
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Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 8:48 AM UTC
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You made me, I'm your creation Not by choice I live in frustration I didn't ask for this What u call a gift Of life It's more of a burden Why should I follow The one from which I'm made You've mapped out every route Sometimes I'm soo afraid You compare me To a legend A God who is in all so vein Real or creative fiction Famous through a book That lies, and kills the tame I may have similar traits I hold no grudge and love all But my death won't save the sinners But my life can the thinking And teach The still to crawl Are my decisions mine I feel in control most the time But instances seem prewritten I knowingly move left But waiting is a situation You so obviously orchestrated The bible in its perfection Has so much contradiction You say we have free will But in stone my life is written Which is it, make up your mind I love in your torture Cause perfection is not my kind But your not perfect not even close You just sit up on your pedestal Using powers any man can boast Now it's my turn, pass me the mic I need to start your hypocritical oath
alex-gregg
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Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 8:48 AM UTC
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