Enigma Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

God did create inspiration, targeted my taken breath; His given guidance to combat darkness: my x-ray eyes.

Keys holding my eternal fate to show; I from dust molded by Hand: life air given by His breath like Him.

The Royal image of Himself, I am to exist; placed temple within the earth: bear to me witness of His right.

I am to grow and learn about the ways of my origin in Spirit; see God in my situation: it's given me torment.

I am to test and prove myself by willingness to serve, tasks done trails of fears: with conflicts and tribulations.

My deemed to be suffering, set in afflictions, laid forth virtues to be measured by me; given them to value: my worth.

God molded me by Hand, I exist to be, made from the dust of the ground, air to live; by Him told: I'm like Him.

Me in this Noble likeness of, Self, my end or exchange to death; being of placement: put my body into the ground.

Where is that breath?