One day as a God. by Adam Grey

    Inventing Disciplines ©

One day as a god;
         In someone Else's land afar.

(From where we have come;
I have seen the sum.
From what we have done;
I'd rather not even begin to sum.)
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Consequences of our actions will define who you are.
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This message to our humanity;
Will show you just how little we have kept par.

Consideration of;
         To say the least.

Of what they may assume was just another fallen star.

My hollow fills with an ocean;
Of my people receiving an unnecessary scar.

The Particulars of living on this coast;
Which may lay close.

But realistically quite far.

It borders a line;                   __
That moves down a path;--
          __________________ / /
          Of Religion;=

            Duty;
          /
          |     &

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          God's Will

As I sit on my throne I give but one day of thrills.


They whom;

Lay this linear path of religion;

     Gods duty;

           And the risen lore.

Must write the line down the back of their mother;
Their lover.
They will always love her.

And appreciate the filth;
Of;

Galore.

You may say;

      \" What for? "
            \" That is Quite cruel good sir. "
                  \" But under these circumstances;
      I will assume there's much more."


Yes;

There is my friend.

My observations have led thee to understand;
She must be the king and queen of center.

Real truth has but one core.

She has set in motion everything that matters;

Everything that we will ever even consider to store.

Along the banks of personal assimilation's;
Of thoughtful power.

Along the shores of what we'll ever even consider;
To be the finishing line;

The acceptance of all things sour.

Even the most feared of men;
Will cower;

At what she has brought forth.

      \" What for? "

Whether she be imaginary, quite real or otherwise torn.

The truth is the greatest of evils;

Is aligned next to the sharpest of goods thorns.

I can accept most of you;
Will not even consider this observation.

But I'd rather you would.

Because the only reason;

You would find yourself in a hole;

Praying;

Hiding from the, " I could ".

Is not because your the capable hand or should.

It's because your morals are instilled in a rock;
Layered as wood.

Nursed into your every pore;

Your every dream of gods good.

Our mothers are different;
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But that doesn't mean we will always be good.
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To each other;
        Or even one another.

This we can assume, will always be the way. You see the differences that lay between us;
Are as simple as child wanting to play.

Asking mother for permission;
Holding on to the very word she might say.

If she had us then, we will always obey.

Regardless;
If I'm wrong;
And/Or.
If your right.

My one day as a God;

And I'm not going to ever be.. perfectly;

Alright.

Regardless;
We will be Together Forever;
Just - Me and Mother;

      \" AND - OH, We will Fight. "

For our land;
Our truth.

FOR THE FUTURE OF ALL THINGS WE PERCEIVE AS BRIGHT!

Until the given lore lacks intellectual might.

And/Or.
Until we perceive we may not be right.

One day as a god.
        And I may not be right.

Sincerely,

Sick.
Flawless.
mind.
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