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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