God's Confession - Poem by Moth Harris
She sang to me of hopeless dreams and how her nightmares came to life.
She drank away her ambitions with wet whiskey and red wine.
She gave her life to god, saying it was his to define,
but can we bare to hear his words?
She climbed on top of mountains, crossed the seven seas.
She cleared the gates of heaven, and brought angels to their knees.
She was a savior, she was the forsaken saint.
Asking for forgiveness.
If we are indeed imperfect, then so is he.
Created in his image, to put it simply.
His words were powerful and meaningful nonetheless.
'I will not forgive you, ' said the lord,
'Forgive yourself on your own,
For you see, the reason I created the universe,
was so that I myself was not alone.'
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