if i spoke words of beauty like stars stretched across a canvas
to create endless stories like a god by my design
would I bear the weight of the lives I birthed upon my shoulders
a titan, atlas, and dance, the
steel wrought forth from fire, hell burning, tormenting, my thoughts
deigned by demons sing, ring, bring forth a glorious hallelujah to
the embrace of life birthed from the pursuit of death,
or would I like moonlight on the beach in love
let them fall through my fingers like my passion,
a god of fear and reprisal instead of love and life
would I fail my creations as I failed myself
in the same breath I created them breathe their destruction as I waited
my own.
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