Simply resisting as in stubborness I bask
My hatred for humanity was a small daily task.
The perversion of years was my state as I loathed
As I loathed all my friends, some family; to darkness betrothed.
I wanted to stop, to stop all the rot
But it's who I became and I can't be who I'm not!
Till one night of anger, one night of rage
The consequence was silence; I was left alone on stage.
Nothing was said as words were heavily choked
And glossy eyes were revealed for pain was envoked.
So slowly sliding were the tears on her face
But I recognized all that was said; through anger came grace.
I know I was wrong and on my bed I belong
To seek out my God and over me may he sing his song.
Yet his song was really not song at all
It was an opera, an orchestar, a celestial ball!
The music was old, yet known; well rehersed, my own
To the audience of two, somehow with only one shown.
The music was my words I spoke so fluently
The reception of the one was done so effortlessly.
They lyrical cherade was one of testimony
An expression of guilt, of shame, of self atrocity!
As the song ended, there was but one reply
There was no clapping, but a simple smile as she started to cry.
My hatred for humanity was from their effort which was lost
And years of pain and sorrow was what it cost.
But the effort she put in gave me hope once again
And I look no longer on who I've been or what I've done.
My quality of being is not from those around me
But from the living God who dwells inside me.
What is true now is my fear of their failure
And how I'll respond in the future is where I'm unsure.
But simply for now I have a new beginning
Or, this could be a lament, and for today I hope in more than humanity.
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