I stand upon the edge of existence,
And I see a truth unaccepted.
God may have created the Earth,
And all the beauty that ever was,
But he has left it, like a child,
abandoning it's toys.
I refuse to be treated like a five minute joy.
I am alive, I have thought,
Feelings, and right now,
I feel...
God shall not be able to turn,
A blind eye to what he's left alone.
I will show him,
Even if it's something he'd rather not see.
I have a human's desire,
And I shall not be ignored.
