Your Authority
You oversee my deeds.
You examine my habits.
But you don't feel
What my heart feels.
And you are called the almighty,
Omnipotent, omnipresent and
Ever forgiving.
As if your forgiveness is the authority.
You robbed from me her fingerprints.
I walked out.
She didn't stop me.
And you went on a vacation.
And I am counted
Amongst the doomed, with
No hopes or redemption.
I know I will only live one lifetime.
And it is, almost, done.
I know not about heaven and hell.
It no longer matters
Where I will be when I am no more.
But I am glad I have loved and
Have been loved in excess.
I don't enjoy your hackneyed mischiefs.
For a change,
You better try your sermons on metallic aliens.
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