Who made you God?
Lies surround where your feet trod.
How can you consider yourself so highly,
A created thing like you- unsightly!
Bloodbath at your hand
Will one day rise, shout praise, and band
Together in new bodies stand.
You’ll wonder, too, as all will do
As God Himself reigns right and true,
Bearing witness to your crimes,
To your awful state of mind.
Created thing willing life and death-
As if your worth’s more than a breath!

Copyright 2019. L.L. Shelton.