False Creation
We are the creation you and I
Preachers of God not good
Serving our needs in his name
No part of us left to have any shame
He did his job and flew
Made us unstable like winter dew
Left us on the brink between good and bad
Trying to figure out if we are angry or just sad
Bad if we be
Still think we can be good as he
Doers of evil we are ourselves
Thinking from every sin we are free
Good in turn if we be
In this world we must cease to be
For here no good deed works
Until we impose full decree…
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