Are we just actors in a play by God
Put here for him to play whilst bored on his other job
A game of sorts, with devilish cohorts, just dice for them to throw
Its all just pretend, no script or friend as once seen in the Truman Show
How many are there, moving us around from a place of unknown premise
Black holes dissolve and planets collide, Gods bored with destructive menace
We believe in so many powers but who is the real McCoy
Us just sat here for millions of years, scared of death and what comes next
But we are just their little toys
The Act
JJB
“We are all broken and wounded in this world. Some choose to grow strong at the broken places.”
― Harold J. Duarte-Bernhardt
“...he seemed to grasp a deep understanding of the unfolding drama in which he had been caught. He seemed to understand something that few of even the wisest men of his day understood...God wanted a broken vessel.”
― Gene Edwards, A Tale of Three Kings
“All God does is watch us and **** us when we get boring. We must never, ever be boring.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters
“I think God, in creating man, somewhat overestimated his ability.”
― Oscar Wilde
