Juted Jealousy

He quaked and recoiled At the thing he beheld Unwilling to sing, he uttered ...sound, forbidden Why did he believe all was beauty And power would come to him ....the one creating He was the CREATOR Wasn't it obvious She...she's a she Can't even carry a vibration Much less a man of great status Plain, not an ounce of attraction To yield men at her feet I, me, I will NOT sing I will SPEAK STONE, the very stone unsung Became his casing As greasy fibers pierced the ground Reaching out to his creation Building the war to end all rebellion against LOVE Written by Trudy Schrader on 12-10-2022