Divorce ...(To Rg)

My entire history is not as it should be I am always now a proximal potential Twisted into whirlwinds by latent agony And you the cause of fate's differential Of mass and fortune, of virtue Slimed by malice that you spew What type of thing are you? What foul it Pretentious so of a human inheritance? Evil is the leather of your cankering spirit That performs pious penance for penitence With the salt gallows of tears That hang disbelief on slivers that spears. You lie with artful ease and so manipulate The prayers that man sees, and all this So you can control love and so dominate The praise measures each dole of bliss You pretend to give. I walk no stagnant path Embraced your sterile wrath, malignant. You may manipulate history, not my being Not anything that God has imaged into me For freedom to live is the only right I, willing, Surrenders not, it is my only property Claimed by love of God, and deed in blood That defies my destiny as merely mud. I appropriate it as a privilege to exist, to be Willing to bring extinction to all threats And for it justify my hatred of your iniquity. So let me apart without the feign regrets Knowing you is suffering more than mortal Keeping me is tragedy more than fatal.