Notes: I'm back. My internet was down. But here's a new poem.

Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note.


Unfortunate God-

Sitting in an empty room

His hands move with deadly intent

The God believes to prosper tomorrow

He doesn't doubt his inevitable fate

Back and forth the indelible ink slides

The sinners fallen dead to the cold floor

"I am the God of the new world"

A statement he declared himself

Justice does not have a end

In his warped perspective is justice

Little does the Unfortunate God know

His heart is misguided

Justice is an understatement to him

God is what he demands to be called

Those who wish for such power

They fall in the end

With every sin comes a consequence

His own words shall be used against him

How shameful that must be

The Unfortunate God he is

His luck has died out

He cannot face that he has lost

To die in the world you called ''yours''

What a shameful way for a God to fall

But in reality what is Justice?

I certainly have no right to say

But the Unfortunate God is proof

That there is more than one perspective

Justice takes many sides

Whether good or evil

But it takes place to his dismay

The afterlife is where he lives

The Unfortunate God has fallen

There's no time to look back

And wish it all away

The Unfortunate God is only human