How is it that you can you tell me that God exists.
I speak of the words of apostles.
Preachers and teachers.
Commented on in the written epistles.
How can a holy trinity live on.
The only ghosts I find.
Well sure as hell, they aren't holy.
My is father dead.
The sun, I'm aware of hangs in the sky.
And two of my own before mine eyes.
If there is a God.
How comes the world is in manic disarray.
Leave a world in so much turmoil.
Is it destruction of souless vacant men.
By the curse of Lucifer.

I believe only in the power of me.
And  in the power of poetry.
Good and bad does exist within the world.
That bad is not controlled by us.
The little folk.
The element of controlling is plucked by governmental powers.
Who left us ******!

Livvi 29/12/2013