18 july 2017

5 may 2000, friday ( Dear God, )

Dear God,
I know we do not talk to each other
But, of course you remember me,
As I did not deny You.
And, if this is my final fate
If this is the destiny that you well prepared for me,
So then let me to speak freely... here, right now.
Let me upset you in my resignation
Throughout this life You have always been confusing me
In a strange way, You show me the majesty
You, with your puzzles named Destiny
In fact, in times like these, Your ways makes me laugh... sarcastic.


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