Answering all those desperate wails
Often to have my blood curdle , soul hurt
I have forged myself in a false will
It has the mettle of a million men
It has the flawlessness of the brightest sun
It has the calm of the gentlest breeze
I have been the shelter in wind and hail
I stood there Godhood discarded
To be seen for once by someone as a mortal
The instance only birthed pain, in me and them
And at such my desire to be else has died
I am a God, a God that sees kindly
A God that always races to resolve and stand by
A God that is called upon when all else fails
A God that has nothing left to feel or be felt for
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