Maker
If my mind can only simulate,
The very part that I extrapolate,
As some form that seems to emulate,
How I function in my present state,,,
Am "I" me because I think and feel,
If I'm free then why is fate so real,
Can I "BE" beyond some 7th seal,
Will my maker stand and have me kneel,,,
And do I ask if theres a reason why,
I'm the last of us that has to die,
Does it matter what I am inside,
Will be dead before I close my eyes,,,?
So was there ever an eternity?
Still such a question has averted me,
To an answer thats inserted me,
Into religions that converted me,,,
But whatever lets the air I breathe,
Be a sign of whats inside I need,
Thats so divine and ohh so heavenly,
Until the time it come's to set me free,,,
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