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A God of His Own

My physical self is pitiful

I have been incapacitated since an early age

Inadequate in every regard

My body is a useless shell

Luckily, this place is beyond basic physicalities

This place transcends the grim and darkness of reality

This place is my world

I am the creator of this realm

I am Alpha and Omega

No longer do I answer to the call of another God

Now, I can correct prior transgressions

And eliminate the pain that made that world flawed

Man

My iteration of man shall be eased of suffering

They will not have to plead with their God

As I have

I was useless

A joke for the ignorant

A burden for the willing

Never again shall there be ignorance

Never again shall life be a burden

Life is a gift

A most precious gift

There

Well, I must admit, I do need some more practice

But in time, humans will be my angels

Animals

The world needs more than only man

An ideal ecosystem

A cycle of life of death

But death shall be quick and painless

And their lives will be treated with respect

Hand in hand- excuse me- Hand in paw

Animals and man shall work together

To maintain balance in this world

Balance is essential

Nature

To complete this world, there must be laws

Laws incredibly similar to the ones of my past world

But, there shall be new laws

New laws that the universe must abide by

One: Killing will never be sport

Two: Destruction of my world by the hands of man

Shall never take place

Three: All life is in control of their life

I never had control

I was always a puppet

A figurine on display for the amusement of others

Never again

Sovereignty is guaranteed, disease will be ridden

The cosmos

Perhaps the most important part of my world

It contains the mysteries of the universe

And maintains the order of nature

The secret guardians

The hidden monoliths

No one knows their true purpose

Some just like to stare

But they are my titans

There to look over mankind

Well, this is my world

What do you think?

I say it’s beautiful

Some may say it’s superficial

That imperfections and true pain 

Can never be suppressed

Even by a God

I assure you, this world is perfect

I have not made the same mistakes

I know the evil of that world

That evil has died with this creation

Is it not pure evil that I was a spectacle?

That I couldn’t use my body?

It was a damn trick

It was cruel

To have such a functioning brain

But useless because of my dysfunctional body

I was a waste in that world

But when I discovered I could create a world of my own

I knew there was still hope

My mind was merely a playground

Now, it is a field for creation

A place where life will begin anew

Life will always live in happiness

Misery is nonexistent

Man is perfect

Man will always be useful

Animals are not only tools

They are integral to the purpose of this world

Nature shall never again pull cruel tricks

It will maintain the perfection that I have created

There will be no bickering amongst the stars

The cosmos are there to protect man

From everything that destroyed me

I never want mankind to suffer again

I have been through too much suffering

I have seen too much suffering

This world will be perfect

It gives me hope

Hope that no one else

Will ever experience what I have

But I am no fool

I know that when I die

This place will die with me

This is all just in my head

All I want is a haven from that worldly misery

The same worldly misery

That made me resent God

What is the purpose of life

If that’s the kind of life some may have?

I would have killed myself long ago

But I can’t even express my desire to do so

I hate myself

I hate the world I live in

I want to die

Hell awaits me

For I have been blasphemous

I have cursed the life I was given

While I still curse my life

I am joyous for those given a happy life

Never forget

Life is a gift
A most precious gift

Copyright © Edmund Woods | Year Posted 2015


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Date: 2/8/2015 3:55:00 PM

Edmund, A nice warm WELCOME to poetry soup. I hope you have fun in this wonderful community. You'll find many friendly poets, who are ready to support and give positive feedback. I want to be the first to invite you on over to the contest page. I OFFER MY CONTEST in hopes it inspires you in some way. I will enjoy following you and your poetry:) This is a great way to start the New Year. Lucky Us, To Have you. Enjoy 2015, with New Poet Friends! @-> LINDA <-@
Date: 2/8/2015 2:36:00 PM

Edmund, Stopping by with a nice, sweet Welcome to Poetry Soup. I will get much delight in reading and in time become familiar with your verse. As for now, I will greet you with the same smile others passed when I first joined the soup. Wishing you and your poetry the best. I hope you get to meet all the nice poets around here STARTING with me- SKAT :-) Please drop a hello and tell me a little about yourself if you wish. I would like to be your newest poetry soup "FRIEND" Hugs* SKAT
Date: 2/8/2015 8:06:00 AM

Since you must be a premium member to post a description: This poem takes place from the perspective of someone who is completely disabled physically. However, they have a perfectly functioning mind. The unnamed character creates his own world inside of his head to make up for the world he was given.

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