Bj Fard Poet Free verse

My Word, Absurd

I'm born again, Christian
have you not been listening
to my sincere admissions
every since I was a kitten

Ha, my kitchen
is too hot for Hell
keep on constructing 
my own prison, might as well
and then I shall escape it
a regular Houdini
stand atop my cell 
like the Hell conqueror 
I became so freely

An ocean I created
of problems, then solved them
bait on a line just like trout
do you follow?
hooked line and sinker
a thinker, who speaks out
absolutely absurd are the words
running from my mouth

I could never be liked too much
because everything is wrong
not a true believer? Says who
your stupid mom?
Oh the power of deception
if you need this filtered
white out is good for correction

The passion I wear
I let it out so all can hear
but I force no one to listen
like certain religions built on fear
it seems I am sorry already
do I feel guilty?
not really, but sometimes like you
I just feel empty

I'm free by my own admission
even though it seems like only
the Christians really listen
that's fine, for I still got the line
maybe I'll realize someday 
by my word, I am absurd
ever I have too much little time
please don't get me wrong
I respect bright, albeit enslaved minds
even those who don't respect mine.

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