Yes! God after a series of thoughts thought to himself, in a world full of jerks I'll create a good person they can abuse, so I can balance it all out.

And so came my existence, without a will to live a shity life, that I live now.

I didn't have a right to object, so God made me into an advocate of the world.

Now in the meantime I eat muffins and try to avoid the pain. And I pick through flowery thoughts, whuch one will torture me the most.

trickles of sweat,
that culcalte into buckets of water,
keeping oceans afloat,
while humans miserable, burning in the waves of unintelligible thought,
the clock chimes, with invigorated rhythm,
the wind is dead silent, as it whispers,
a silent tongue of shrill voices.
the cricketers, succumb to their misery,
in the dead cry, of the night,
owls accompanying children,
to midnight meals of laughter,
whuch would only happen in the dreams,
of a suitor to the polarity, of things.
the walls around here are baked,
with heat and wisps of murmur, that fill
the numbness of crocky ears, leaning to,
unfulfilled silences to which, the grasshoppers dance.