I wonder if they're thinking about me?
Through their distorted facial expressions
and sexual awes of gratification,
people all over the world exercise the
Spiritual relief of my sport.
Too proud to acknowledge the presence
of a third wheel,
I wait patiently,
contemplating the actions of my Heavenly
father's future plans for me.
Taking advantage of the free will,
most people play God,
disregarding the Laws of possibilities,
but even those who use condoms don't
always escape the feature of my guest appearance.
Born alive or being adopted by the Metals,
I discontinued the thought of being immortal
because the notion of my presence being a oops
never get the proper recognition compared to
those bred with precision!
Once perceived as nature's gift,
the content of my sport now alters the natural
instinct of minds,
mentally denying and categorizing my invitation as
a life impairing commitment!
......but babies are still being born though!!
I wonder how come
