Absolute God

- Absolute God-
by
Keaton Foster



I use to think
I was without a doubt
Emphatically certain
That survival was my right
The soul responsibility of life
A divinely given right
That I had to do
Whatever it took to protect
And for a time I did
Without regard for anyone
Or anything other than myself
Eager to destroy anything
Or even anyone that stood
In defiance of what I believed
Or of what I had been taught
Full of zeal, thumping the good word
Beating people, if need be to death
With the concept of God
And his daily intervention
I was puppet upon the stage
Kowtowing to my god of choice
Because such a choice was all
That I was sure there was
Now I know more than most
That is just not the case
There is no god of choice
Just a god of absolute fate
Some are meant to survive
Many more are meant to die
While an even greater number still
Are meant to wane in the middle
Living each day of their existence
With one foot in the grave
And one hand raised to the sky
They spend each second
Not each day wondering why
Their lives have been reduced
To miniscule decisions
That they are unwillingly making
Certainly I may go to hell
For spreading the idea of such
And existence of people
But such a blatant display
Of the obvious decay
Is without a doubt the truth
Is there a God in Heaven?
For me such an answer is clear
But stranger still such an answer
Is as pointless as the unidirectional wind
Who we are and why we are here
Is more about fate than anything else
Including any supreme ideology
And superfluous dichotomy
God cannot protect us all
He had no intention to
He could only put forth the rules
The likeable conditions with regard
To the way we should act
Towards each other
And the world around us
But knowing the path
And walking the path
Are two completely different things
Please don’t get me wrong
And if you dare, accuse me of being right
Faith is more powerful than anything
Except for one paramount power
That can never be overlooked or taken back
Fate alone is all of our one true, absolute God
Long before now, long before I was born
My fate, just as the fate of those
Inside my life and out was predefined
I am here doing my part
Survival has always been just a side effect
Just a way to ensure that I
Was here long enough to do what I must
God did his part in the Garden of Eden
Creation, then freedom mired by fate
Ever since we have been enslaved
To the decisions of beings as human as the rest
Was such a thing a mistake?
Even I dare not speculate upon
The idea of such radicalness
Are there any mistakes within fate’s plan
Is there any reason to fight to survive beyond
The task that we have been set to bare
I am not sure, nor do I ever want to be
I am just doing what I must
But no longer with such a sense of urgency
But rather with a feeling of redundancy…



Absolute God
Please don’t send me hate email, there is a God
Just in my mind not the way that is mainstream
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012.