This is not a superstition poem, poem about myths, poem about Friday the 13th, poetry about superstitious people, 7 years of bad luck poem, nor a black cat crossing your path poem. This is a direct question from God: "why believe in things you do not understand?"
God wants to know why do people believe in superstition (things we don't understand) when we have Him to turn to? God do not like people who are trusting more in a myth and legions than trusting and believing in Him. God would like the world to consider change their minds about being superstition. God wants the world to know that He is real!