You First
If you say its my turn, God! deny not, you are my mentor.
To hell or to heaven, AS you should be the first to enter.
I wasn't born to witness when you crafted the worlds.
Yet you want me to have trust in your words.
For pyramids and gardens, you took fame from that we devised.
Sure, for men, the abyss or the bliss, sand and the oceans you designed.
When devoid of pain or pleasure, how?! I wonder, them tours you have defined.
You made black and brown, white and yellow and left us to live combined.
When we fought and ate each other, you sat there and enjoyed.
Yet you want me to have faith in your words.
I wasn't born to witness when you crafted the worlds.
To hell or to heaven, SO you should be the first to enter.
If you say its my turn, God! deny not, you are my mentor.
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