I have no choice but to submit to the Change
to yield to the Transformation taking place against my will
this metaphysical vortex destroying all I've become
in order to be what I truly am
and just what is that? Will I rise from ashes like the Phoenix
or be a rotting ambulatory cadaver like Lazarus
pulled by the marionette strings of Jesus's parlor trick?
this vortex destroying all to make all new
I have no choice in the matter but to resist or yield
certain death either way but in one of those ways a way in which to live...
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