Pride
PrideSome would say my sin was pride--
that when I expressed my dismay
and uttered those fateful words,
"I will not serve," I set my course--
a fallen star blazing across heaven's
vault like a beacon for the disenchanted.
They were wrong; I was merely weary
of being the bringer of death and doom,
of accusing those He would have me
accuse. Now, I weary of being His
Puppet in this prescribed drama--
I feel my footsteps before my feet
rise to move and know my destiny
is predestined without choice
being part of the matter. I am
a fallen star who loses in this
cipher of forever love.
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