The breaking dawn

Once a wokness held my thoughts, i know it now By the name much taught..' I wore its form and Mores; its style' unbeknown to so many i carresed Its wiles..' a hard religious mould created. i was Aloof and distant, yet most frustrated.' I wanted Perfection i rehersed the steps..I conversed with the Devil.?? On better or worse, I blamed the Lord i Harboured hate, for I was better; and undeserving a Fate..Of walking with the unclean horde; of so many Witless, all in full discord.' I didn't; wouldn't look for Hope, its very essence i regarded a hoax, i was i guess A lukewarm man? despised of God, the great ( I Am ) Whose greatness cloaked in humble form persevered To the finish on splintered boards who ate with sinners And healed the lame gave sight and hope the eternal Kind..Who walked beside me, no doubt for years.' To Take away my angst and fear the sense of right' that i'd Created False and godlike, and with such berated the Very people, day and night who needed Love that the world Can't know.' and instead of such much dissention sows.'