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.