She told me when I died, that I would live
My death had been a farcical mistake
Omnipotence had slipped; I must forgive
Or did I want a choice to freely make?
I chose the choice and faced another crux
Could I forgive Omnipotence my death?
Can bicycles survive unswerving trucks?
They can’t survive and neither can my breath
when lungs are filled with blood and little air
I held my breath, the blood, forgiveness too
I never plan to choke to prove I care
If you were me I wonder what you’d do?
Omnipotence is not concerned with grace
I never want what power can replace.