The Wonderfulness of Divinity

Isn't it wonderful, praising uncertainty? He loves me. But i only love Him because of his seat, and his scare. You know, he looks at you, hears you, senses you

He starves the darks, craves the pain to hand

He tests the loyal, when everything’s already deemed soiled

Master, works in mysterious ways

Though mysterious doesn't mean evil

He took my cherished, left my hate. Gave me bad, to fill the gate.

No one is alone, as he gazes through the peep. Booms with thunder, thrashing through your goosebump ridden skin. He obtains no simplicity.

He holds stoical, minus the initial sentiment

But how will we know, if he hands me the poison or the stacks

Reasoning aside, i love the wonderfulness of Him

He’s my favorite Peeping Tom.