The connections of a trinity of untruths,
  where our humanity is not elevated
                      but stripped away gently...
The father of a flawed creation,
   all knowing but decided to make
humanity in a dictation of his image..
flawed like his worth... sin his gift!

               Shackled from our breath..
even though are breath is our curse..
The son born from a moment of
               non-consent, a child given
the burden of a deity even though
                     no words were expressed.

Father I have sinned with your birth.
The ghost of my reflection,
                       am I worth more than
what others think my past is worth.
Just because I don't concede to illogical
morals do I need to be a
                              ghost in humanities eyes.