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
