Broken Lies Poem by Richard Hovelsrud

A fictional autobiography,
A self-manufactured faith,
I open God’s prose to a chapter that nobody knows.
A hypothetical premise,
A deal that never was really meant to be kept,
It began and ended with the fall.
In the Garden of Eden,
The first pages of his book lay torn,
Shredded memories of broken lies,
We just filled in the blanks.
A compilation of the memoirs of a divine being with a guilty conscious,
The last will and testament of a prophet who edited his own text.
The Flood washed away the Truth,
Heaven was closed to keep us out.
This book is missing some pages,
I wonder which ones?