Garrett Bass Poet Rhyme

Expectations

These rules you are afraid to break, 
They're not made for heaven's sake, 
Rules based on idols of sin, 
So where did they begin, 
Composed by the originator of the LIE, 
His goal for you is to die, 
A death separated from your creator, 
Your loss making his gain greater, 
His rules have now shaped your expectations, 
Turning you into the Father of Pride's creations.

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Alesia Leach April 8, 2025 at 4:21 PM This is powerful--like a spotlight on the silent rules we follow without asking why. That line about the lie and death hit hard. You turned poetry into a warning, and it lands like truth. Really strong work. Garrett Bass April 11, 2025 at 7:19 PM Thank you so much! It is a warning of subtlety and complacency. In hopes we shall see our ways in even our finest threads of life.