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Apr 2010
I am man,
you should be afraid.
Think nature is red
of tooth and claw?
Try me.
I drive whole species to extinction
for food and pleasure,
or just because they annoy me.
For long I considered war a sport...
and still my remorse is false.
I have slaughtered whole races,
and enslaved others
for being somehow different.
I shamelessly wade in gore
and make the demons blush.
I poison rivers;
and lay waste to land,
I'm crass enough to make life a commodity.
I will be the death of this world yet,
if I don't do myself in first.
Fear me,
I am man.

I am man...
an angel fell because of me.
Made in God's image they say
all His traits are found in me.
Half way to angels,
near relative of demons.
I have crafted art so beautiful
it will make you weep.
I can be grace and kindness,
mercy and compassion.
The angels hymns to Heaven
are pale reflections of the songs I sing.
I love deeply
and have great strength of mind.
My meditations on the Divine
are the music of spheres...
my science examines,
the world in depth.
Heaven and Hell merge within me
and wage their war for my soul...
but its up to me who wins.
This is the balance,
I am man.
The truth of this is man's most profound paradox.
Written by
stratton wayne stclair  64/M/Roanoke, Va
(64/M/Roanoke, Va)   
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