God has written our fate
Everything goes as planned
If I’ve ever hurt you
I never meant it, my friend
I may have wronged you
Caused you a lot of pain
I may have hurt you
Now you know who to blame
Nothing is in my hands
It is all God’s will
I may have hurt you ere
I may hurt you still

Thank God he never learned me to read.
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Blame game with God?! Not cool!
Nice one btw. ☺
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Thanks.
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I’d rather blame The Goddess lol
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Ha-ha.
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Blame God? Or blame the person who finds it easier to blame someone/something else? God’s will? Or our will put in place by God?
Very interesting, Frank. But you have me a little worried. Your poems have been quite dark of late. Don’t get me wrong, I am thoroughly enjoying them, but I hope you’re okay. Lol.
Beautifully piece here.
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I am quite alright. Thanks for asking and appreciating my poems. Hope you are doing fine too.
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That’s good to hear. I’m fine as well. Thank you.
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Have a nice day.
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Thank you. You too!
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Yup true👍
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Thanks.
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Clever! I love it ❤
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Thank you.
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may God have mercy on us then
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Ha, Ha! So the buck doesn’t stop with you, eh!
dwight
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Nope. It goes all the way up.
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:>)
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Sometimes, I feel that god is just an entity people made up to blame someone for their behaviour. Somebody must be held accountable and no one was willing to own it. So, why not put it all on somebody who is only in our heads?
I think god was manufactured by humans just for this reason. I’m glad you highlighted this, friend.
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Thanks.
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Unfortunately His plans don’t always line up with ours
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I AM god. My will be done! Pain I inflict upon you all, starting now. (Do you feel it? That’s me, twisting the screws, clamping the clamps, pressing the Iron Maiden shut. No, your screams will not be heard by any other than me — and I luxuriate in the sound of them, the terror, the agony, beg me for release, go on, beg me. NO! Languish as you are, you deserve MY wrath thinking that anyone but I could be your tormentor.)
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Yes such an easy fix..blame god
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