Father forgive me as your creation.
Your disowned student, the bane and your lost rival.
Doubts and questions since inception about inception. My reception and your deception.
Saving only comes for those worth saving. But you were the one who left me to danger.
I require not a touch nor love from you or those cut from your cloth. Just give me back what you stole from me.
Because I’ve never felt more scattered than when you left me out to live. Rid me of your leadership.
Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 10:40 PM UTC
Father forgive me as your creation.
Your disowned student, the bane and your lost rival.
Doubts and questions since inception about inception. My reception and your deception.
Saving only comes for those worth saving. But you were the one who left me to danger.
I require not a touch nor love from you or those cut from your cloth. Just give me back what you stole from me.
Because I’ve never felt more scattered than when you left me out to live. Rid me of your leadership.
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