when i look at him
i look at god
i praise him
as well as his fellow followers
the man i have loved purely
there's something about him
god once told me
an alter ego he possesses
he is also the devil
he is torn between
blessing and curse
refused to tone down his pride
drowning in vain
he can't catch his breath
although his head above
the shallow water
he drinks with the other gods
he sings his glory
his true joy he often forgets
he disregards his creation
who does not obey him
damned anyone that
disrespected him
his words are scripture
written by slaves
in blood
his preaches are a grudge
his punishments are final
lord of desires
the heavenly body
that i worship
pleasure
pain
love
hate
peace
anxiety
memories turned into void
an oath long forsook
my holy savior
blessed above the blessed
god of ego
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idle
Poetrynot the most perfect art piece of writing but i can guaranteed that every thoughts and feelings are being poured out.
