Don’t Wanna Be Your Muse, Just Your Fire - Poem by ArmourQuill Hunter
Come and fall away from such a state of a semi-coma.
Avoid her screen-ager antics and sunspots of melanoma.
Between the line, see the dark-shines of Jezebel's take.
I pray you voice your valued plug-in for Heaven's sake.
This free electron radiates light as no electron can.
Is your quantum treasured Muse in the Master’s hand?
Christ taught me how to run, and even taught me to fly~!
He taught me how to see 'the me (of Him) ' inside.
Don’t wanna be renowned or even the world’s Muse.
Father helped me master games~ to empower love’s fuse.
There are many who make-love, just out-of-nothing at all.
Time feeds the gauge of love and Wisdom supports its fall.
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