Poem collection: collapse of faith

Written by Aryanshi Singh

I am his favourite child He feeds the rest with spoon For me He opens my mouth And vomits in it And I must drink it whole For I I am his favourite child Standing on the corpses He watches the rest rise Kindness and love is a virtue he taught Yet for it he chains me in a abyss of cries For I I am his favourite child But as I drink own tears And become strong I break free from the chains And question the wrong Did he really teach kindness and love are virtue Or did they just wanted to keep me from the throne Did he really will me to drink the vomit Or did they pluck the plant of power before I could have it sown? Who taught me To be his favourite child? When to me he is unknown To be his favourite child I let them step over me Why in abyss must I be thrown? When to me he is unknown Is he alive? Is he dead? Is he blue? Is he red? If he allows it all to his child Why? Why should I be his favourite child?