serious and stern
liberation from disaster
one facile requirement my god has of me
"utter only the truth
what ever it may be"
my new daemon fashions salvation and ease
freedom in thought
no deciet to appease
for forty plus years, i spoke only a myth
like a rough hammered sword
never quenched by the smyth
my old life was ended on a cruel autum night
bound into my fate
I accepted my plight
no bombs in the air
no things to remember
no desperate I'm sorry's that i had to swear
I imagined my new god would give a reward
my devotions might build
a man all adored
hoping it would hold true
this change i was making
for me most of all, and for all of you
but i'm still a fool, and fools do rush in
and I thought or hoped
piety might erase all my sin
and make me worthy to hold your hand
to share your smile
to allate your hearts heavy demand
and I thought if I just speak my mind
please god, let me be chosen
gotta always be kind
and I thought if we just have the time
the future might open
love's path would unwind
but what i thought doesnt matter
so I'll say what i know
in saying this truth my chances may shatter
You are not some karmic gift to me
a treasure found, and to be cherished...yes...but
not earned through "what I'm supposed to be"
You are amazing
and that is all I want you to be.
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