If I was.....

If I was Crowley,
The world would be un to me
Dwelling on to the unknowns,
The unknowns of the revealed truth,
Greatly influencing the whole,
The whole architect of the universe,
The graded planning between,
The lines of imagery,
Imagining what would happen afterlife.
The raging fire burning the lungs down,
To the black rot of kindness,
Then this could be,
The realest of living.

If I was Jesus Christ,
The beings that follow me,
Would actually get no illness
Would blindly see the truth.
Would anyway, live a life of reality,
Not imagination.
But the anxiety imparted in to them,
Make them think that, "that is just history".
Not realizing I'm the chosen gospelist of all,
And that's all people would know most of me.
If they knew I was God,
Not the son of God,
God who doesn't give birth,
Then, i would be God.

If I was Lucifer,
The world would always be like,
The way I wanted it before.
I could deliver my kindness,
I could give out my belongings,
To the goodness of my wellbeing,
I could welcome new ones too,
Without connotation, or even,
With no physical heartfelt ritual,
Then, I sell my heart to the top most,
Highest devil to revellers,
Off myself and,
Make the universe to my family,
Then proclaim myself god,
God of the unknown Hellers.

If I was me,
The disbelief in me,
Would grow more firm,
To make me more grow stronger,
And create a difference,
Between them and myself,
But the surrounding can't accept it to be,
Then, the Crowley agenda could be,
The gospelism of Christ would continue,
The all seeing rule agenda,
The prophetism, the birth of,
Of new conspiracy,
Would exist without me knowing.

But if I was....