Damn the gods by UmehWrites
It is a curse for the gods to have special interest in you.
Because they call you special, they give you challenges that will break you, situations that you never bargained for, and conditions that keep you on the edge of survival…when you should just be living.
Because they have a plan with your name written on it, your life is like a game of chess, and you’re the pun that keeps getting sacrificed, until you’re lucky enough to reach Queen status.
They say they’ll never abandon you, but derive joy in watching you struggle, while they cast lots within each other…some betting you’ll win, others winning from your loss.
In their defense, you need to go through fire to become Gold. But what if I don’t want to be the Golden child? What if I don’t even want to be bronze? What if I just want the little pleasures of life, without interference from powers beyond the supernatural?
What if I do not want to partake in your soul wrenching plan? What if I despise being a character in your overrated game of life?
While the “un-special” ones live their best life, I’m tormented by powers beyond my control, and expected to be happy I am the chosen one.
Yea though I know the plan is of good, to give me an expected end, what about the ugly traits I pick up on the journey of greatness. What about the past and the present? Is the future so important that we neglect the now?
I cannot can. I live not to please any Oracool, man or god, but because I want to live life and live it the right way. But it seems I’ve been programmed like a robot to walk this path.
It feels like god loves my tears. Tears of joy, tears of pain…as long as emotions heighten constantly in your radar, your life is like an El Classico that they watch out for.
I am not a fan of your gimmicks. I break free from your claws, and refuse to be used to do your bidding. I have my own agenda; to make good money, love someone, help those I can, use my gifts, serve God, impact and travel round the world.
I no longer wait for the stars to align because I am the star. I’m done asking for your help, I will do it on my own. Damn the gods!
