Only created

It's been made up
There is nothing Good has to prove to us
Keen observer seeking entertainment
Indeed he shared life but deaThanks is a must

Lie and lie, eledge that he has spoke
Paradise, eternity and salvation
Talk of a dilution designed to loose choice
Dream of his sight there won't be such ocation

Ought he be the help that there is not
Sure enough, gave free will even to misslead
So profets, saints of burnt up pants
While living do decide your own criteria meet

There is though what's chosen to enjoy
Be it what it may, mix pride and pleasure
So name not the Good, will do respect and gracefulness
Which will be the choices of a being without measure.

There was a loving being
I bet you my heart I liked her
Her way was to smiling always be seen
To be for her was an art enlighted

The way of life
The one good God
Ended what she had
Ended went to God

Now she is gone way for pain
She'd the tears or go insane

Voice not to be heared
An economic of her laughter in my mind
The way she stared
This leads me to believe life isn't kind.