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by Liam
Rated: E · Poetry · Philosophy · #1826773
A man questions his creation.
If in Your image man is made,
what is the common cloth we share
wherein the will to be obeyed
demands a debt, that left unpaid
becomes the burden all must bear?

Does justice deal such harsh demands
for causes of paternity?
As man sojourns within these lands,
must he conform with all commands
at threat to his eternity?

You speak a tongue that none can hear
and wear a face we cannot see.
And even though You may be near
Your message isn't always clear,
What is it that You want from me?

Do battles fought with blood and bone
extend this essence You impart?
Reveal the realms of truth unknown
that edifies the clay You've cloned
to heal at last this hurting heart.

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