Me, myself, thy and Thee.

No choice did I have, than to face-thy-face

and take the stand as to rest my case;

I swore and pledged in front of thee,

Thy will be judged by juror and me.

Horns were locked as I battled within

to shed thyself from the skin of my twin

Thy tried to keep us under lock and we

to bury the truth that would set me free.

Through darkened chasms I was taken by I

to a sphere not visible to a physical eye.

Sent down from the dock unto a ravine

where I cleansed myself for I to be clean.

I stepped out of thee to look deep into me

to free my heart-held under lock and we.

I flushed out the key out that was buried in thee

and opened my heart and stated my plea.

I dissected-deceit from thy truthful way

and returned to the dock to have my say.

Riddled with ridicule I stood-up with pride

I chose not to take thee as my ill-fated bride;

to have and to hold would have to be one

my thee chose to fled as justice was done,

for I was me but fell lost in my thy mind

but now we all live a harmonious kind.

For Thine is my power; thy kingdom and glory,

no idols were worshipped or prayed in my story,

but whatever ones faith and all they believe

we all share our physical losses we grieve.

My learnings I’ve learned of a journey I took

were of one, to succeed by hook or by crook