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.
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