I try for enmity, and yet i fail.
So i choose to love.
i enrich my voice.
the summer of my age is here with thunder,
So i will be that sound.
the noise of flood and chaos.
i once forgave myself for not forgiving
and like a storm of music i became
the power in my heart.
the rain was tranquil.
i serve the one community. The world.
a sinner once became an apparition,
And for his dear investment went to god
and knew creation like a son.
i murdered my creation said the lord,
But having such a great authority,
In my mind; i used the beauty of my soul
to tell myself that time will wait for me.
so i restored my vision.
my eyes were not corruption anymore.
forgive the murderer.
the fit of making
is here to govern galaxies,
where light was once a universal void.
now,
The rage of the creator be inspired
to flourish like that love between the earth
and all things else which operate in darkness.
a thousand empty reasons for contempt
will find their pardon.
so i am evermore a union.
my flaws exist to vanquish my perfections.
i could not love a spotless pedigree.
so this world will always be,
For me.
- Author: michael h moore ( Offline)
- Published: January 22nd, 2016 01:03
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 30
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