Come
Come to me with thy fierce anger
I shall not hide
For I am nothing
A speck amongst billions of stars
Come with thy arrows
Pierce my heart and soul
Speak thy words of reproach and disdain
So that I may suffer in the greatest of pain
Come rend me asunder with thy mighty hand
Let there be nothing left whole
Scatter my ashes far
That none could find a minuscule of me
Come oh mighty and holy one come
Thy angels and chariots too
Come oh mighty and holy one
Come obliterate this worthless one
Yet when thou are through
Be thou content
Allow all other worthless ones to live
So that my death be counted
For I know oh mighty holy one
Thy death was meant to be
But this worthless one
Dared turn his back on thee
Copyright © Chris Broyles | Year Posted 2006
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