The Human Race
The Human Race
Formed of the clay
With whom man was made
Created in whose image
Resurrected from the grave
Redeemed by the grace
Of the savior of the universe
His breath awakened my soul
Placed me atop the highest mountain
And proclaimed his love
Greater than I could ever know
Surrendered at his feet
Grasping hold of his robe
Amidst the growth of the fallen weed
A master of disguise
Whose seed, stolen souls
Who labor and die
Burn and rot
Forever doomed
In the chambers of inferno
Marckincia Jean
Free verse
04/29/20
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