A Book & Quill

One upon a time,

I found a suitcase

In it, lied a book and quill

Left for me out the front,

I brought it into my house

I dipped the quill,

In what I would say fine ink

I started writing stories,

Of things I wish had happened

In the book

Everything I wrote,

Came true

Be it my promotion,

Good luck and

Success

I learnt I could play God,

I manipulated the world,

With things you thought

Could only imagine

I changed the results of horse races,

All in my favour

The stock market,

All to my benefit

Soon enough, I became

The richest man in the world

But that wasn’t enough,

To satisfy my greed

I soon wrote about,

Becoming God

Nothing happened,

Or so I thought

God came down the Earth,

Proclaiming that could only be,

One true God

God unleashed his furry

How sorry

I was

In my defence, I flipped open,

The book to find,

No pages left

This whole time,

I was just writing a book

Of my life

All the while

What I thought,

Was a gift from God,

Was from the Devil himself

If not for my greed,

I would have pages left

In the now filled book

I now bear the wrath of God

Forever I shall,

Burn in hell

Where I shall one day,

See you

Author’s note:

·         Basically, whatever event written of in the book comes true.

·         The writer changed results of horse races to allow him to win bets and the stock market to invest in the right items.

·         The writer attempted to write that God was defeated by him and he became God but found no pages left.

Any reference to any religion is to be taken without any offence for it is all in the work of fiction. Whether or not it truly reflects on the identity of God is debatable.