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GOD CRAM IT

Isn’t it ironic that every time you think God has let up on you for a while
He steals your most cherished item or lover along with a rented smile
At exactly the point you believe that hope is a thing of the past for you
God sneaks up and grants something too good to  be true

And see, that’s my  point, it seems so good that it can’t be real
And only forty-seven angels in Heaven know the way I feel
But based on past experience and what I’ve been through
A hellish curse can be the only explanation why I’m with you

But as love doubled, tripled and exponentially increased
God kicks me in the ass and says “sorry, that lover was just leased”
He adds a remark like “and I won’t let her, by you, even be rented
S**t,, talk about all the stuph God has done that I have resented

So ironic as it seems this is all the God given truth, I know
And I can tell you in exquisite detail just where He can go
You are the loveliest lady to jump in and out of my life of late
And if there is a god he’s  a god-damned god of hate
    © 2011.….Phreepoetry ~free cee!~

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