WHY IS LIFE SO UNFAIR? SOMETIMES I THINK GOD CREATED ME ON A DARE BREAKING THE MOLD BY THROWING IT IN THE AIR STOMPING ON IT WITH HIS SANDAL AS IF HE DIDN’T CARE PICKING OFF BITS, FEEDING IT TO DEMONS AND HELL HOUNDS OH! HE’S JUST GETTING STARTED SO HE CANT STOP NOW FEATURES BEGIN TO FORM EYES MOUTH NOSE… ARMS LEGS TOES… THEN INTO THE OVEN I GO WITH THE FLAMES AND HOT COALS THE ABUSE LEFT BRUISES THAT BEGINS TO MEND SHADES OF BLUE AND BLACK HEAL INTO THICK SKIN LETTING NOTHING AND NO ONE PEIRCE THE SOUL WITHIN… NOT WORDS, NOT HATE, NOR ANGER TO TEST GODS WORK IS TO PUT YOURSELF IN DANGER FOR THIS ARMOR WITHSTANDS THE POWER OF ANY MAN… BUT LET ME ASK AGAIN… WHY IS LIFE SO UNFAIR? IN A STRANGE WAY -MAYBE IT’S BECAUSE HE DOES CARE…