Imagined

So, you imagined there to be,
some daddy in the sky:
who destined you to live,
who destined me to die.

You imagined me as sick,
and you alone can sell,
the imaginary cure,
that alone would make me well.

You imagined me to hell,
and yourself on heaven's shores.
You soul immaculate,
and mine awash with flaws.

You imagined me as cracked,
and yourself as pure and bold.
You imagined me in debt,
while your pockets filled with gold.

You seem surprised by me;
that I should show disdain.
What nerve I have! The cheek!
How dare I now complain?

But tell the truth, you fool.
If you were me, and I you;
and I claimed such stupid, hateful things,
you'd be somewhat pissed off too.

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