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