Mystery of the World of Heros

knowing the deck is stacked against me is fate knowing the few times in my life coincidence proves she has a plan to release me from routines of behavioral patterns is a whisper to destiny's dream realising how love works with sacrifice, no more guilty mistakes having to pay the piper by passing tests of above the mentioned situations gods plan to prove to life that existance is worth it and I die by the time i realise how pointless the whole thing is keeping death laughing while we circle our own doors of misfortune me under their thumbs appointments and circles me under their thumbs slowing everything down which is a sick game called killing time heavenly justice as to why an angel would fall and be swept under the rug blamed for everything man did coming back to reality i am blackmailed with the masterplan of history for a blueprint of the perfect mind of the gullible god we place thye jackpot of our own devil upon his shoulder a set up to spoil me rotten face the music to get back only what i get from you a world of heros facing themselves