Why Did God Make Many Men?

Why did God make many men?
I ask people when
They question ” You are not him
Bringing brightness in the dim. ”

I protest and say,
“I will walk a new way. ”
“A NEW WAY”, they retort
“Will be destruction, Oh my God
And if you figure out
Somehow a stand still
It will only gift you a cheap will. ”
“Is will the creator
Of an aim or the nature? ”
When I ask they shout,
“How the hell you rebound? ”
“I will suffocate if I become
A man of salary so handsome
There will be smile
Lasting longer than a while
If I wear my aim
Instead of adjusting in stranger name.”
With eyes in hope I wishper
Thinking to hear they would bother
“Some place we will be old
In life, you need to hold
Us and your family
So enter the woven destiny. ”
“You stop me I will stop
You bend me I will bend
Like a river meets sea though tampered
I will be thay what I am natured. ”

So God make many men
To be king in their own den
I answer people then
“Yes am not him
Bringing brightness in the dim
Because
Unique of might
I will bring brightness brightness in the bright. “

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