A lot of people in the world seem to think this way, so here is my sacarstic poem from their percepective.Any comments?

To be or not to be is not the question.
Be what I am or nothing at all.
Do as I see to be fitting,
Or you are not deserving of being accepted.

For it seems I am a God,
God himself the Alpha and the Omega,
What I say and believe is finale, the Omega.
I am not rather a creation like all others,
Born and currently fated to die like all others.
Same physical fragilities, same evolutional strengths,
Same air with a beating heart like all others.



If I am not God then his holiness is channeling me,
And he says what you are is not acceptable.
Supposedly he is too impatient to wait for Judgement Day,
"Therefore do not pronounce judgment before the time"
Allegedly our Lord has changed his holy mind,
Has he decided to work through me?