I've been beaten into submission
o.k....o.k. You win
You always do
I have yet to wrap my mind around
the fact that You are ALL and the only Power
there is and yet
You are like a gangster
a holy thug who will not be stayed
with mercy or with grace
but perhaps it is only
my pathetic fall...our pathetic fall...
that skews the view of some transcendence
we can only imagine
while suffering in these skins
a view distorted by
our isolating distinctions
that make such a hell of our pure intent
oh when will the release
be granted to restore ourselves?
when the hell of creation surmounted
that we may find the way?
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