if i were a poem written by god !

Me in the midst of Mire
Sucking away its destiny
Some supple emotions dying out dire
Now next is a choicest mutiny

They goaded my will
Meager life Nothing to inspire
Woke up to life's call
Not afraid just dreamt of Death ?Shire

Grotesque wish Harping on a question

Am I the chosen lyre?

Strung by the sublime conviction

Living away chaotic Hire

-------- If I were a poem written on a piece of gods mind and played by his will on a harp instrument like Lyre!