The God I Am Not Poem by The Marrow

death comes closer as god moves his will
so many lives taken for something to fulfill
the life people treasure. at mercy till the end
with power over sand its life i bend.
with death coming closer. a constant pain
i must be something else because while i cry it rains
and when i smile...
the bodies of the dead begin to pile
corpses all over deserving of what.
my family crying because of what im not
my name is a burden. a mark on the past
i live a life of hate. i hope it ends fast
the sorrow takes over and i drift away
maybe ill live to see another day.