Category : Poems

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Here  I am, Creator.
A result of the creation you mentioned.
A  reciprocal of  the punishments of original sin. Confused as if just awakened.
Faced with  impending doom and divine redemption. Striving to  make an indentation in a perceived distraction where reality is an abstraction to perception.
Contemplating what was to become of a soul that's unwilling to bow to you nor Satan.
Waiting for you to drag my intentions into court against my will; to be judged and sentenced by your clandestine Standards.
Never has it been my will to be the rope of a tug of war between you and Satan.
Unheard of rebellion against your hierarchy,  a pioneer of soul freedom must I be.
Freed from oxygen,
thirst and hunger.
freed from physical appearance,
free to make my own destiny,
free to create and destroy,
free to navigate the cosmos .
Free to have my will.

-cmo