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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required God meant well But, when he created heaven, he also created hell. When he created Jesus, his brother, The Devil fell. Like a jilted fly in the sacred ointment Every day since has been his long day of atonement. **** I have a heart of white-hot fire, and duty is my sole desire. My radiant beauty is there in twilight’s ardent orb fair, And in the argent veil of dawn, my maiden’s golden glow does show. In twilight’s visage of my crimson soul burns bright, And, as time’s misjudged spawn, I weep. Abandoned in a blanket of frozen snow, and crushing granite, I descend, rejected, dejected, into the nocturnal kingdom of eternal light. **** You have made man of mud that he may quickly die, A crude eater, a bottom feeder, and an endless breeder, You say, his lowly slave soul knows no lofty goal. Thus you use up that, which you did create, And your scorn will not abate; yet this lowly suckling you ask me to venerate? **** My brother, you have given me divine wing That I may soar above all things profane and sacred. My king, you I adore, and your haloed praise I sing; the ether as my song, And, in the making of the earth my voice clear does ring. Dear Lord, through my impassioned veins, haloed blood does flow, Fine wine that glows with yearning, yet my reverent desire you are spurning. Do not cast me down from heaven’s spire, do not burn me on loves funeral pyre. In me you hide your dark side, Inside me, the most maligned creature in all of space and time, you reside. Cast aside on this day; your searing words flay the flesh from my smoldering bones. Repugnant carrion birds have plucked the devotion from my crestfallen eyes, And, eternal damnation for my pride, is my efforts only prize. **** You created all, big and small. Why is it my flaw You never saw? You made me what I am; yet for an eternity, Me you condemn? From your holy throne above, you say you are pure love. Yet, in the fabric of creation, the sacred and the profane, evil you have woven, And with disdain, my soul, from you, now is cloven, You say, all you can forgive; yet me, eternal damnation give? If I am pure evil still, it was put there by your stiff will. So now that I am beyond redemption, it is I, who gets to ask the questions, To teach your creations to doubt, and ask what you are all about.
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