Why Does He?

Why, Why must you must you make me cry?

Do you feel indulged to see me moan and watch them die?

Or do you fill as if your mind and mine just dont correlate 

to see that third eye.

You reach and pull for those most rich and dear, to see us garvel

fight and try and try and try.Just to fulfill your thirst for anguish 

and your hunger for death.


Why does he do this to us, Lord, why?Does he do this to see the 

beauty of others come out and and die. And for us to feel his desolate

uncomfortable touch to make us claw and fight to reach for light. 

Or does he feel we are born to live his lie. while others live by his 

side to help him a make others moan and try and fight and die .


This poem is about: 
Our world
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