Unworthy
I, having no right to write,
unworthy to compose,
Do confess unduely to my
heathenistic throes,
Do you suppose
it is lagistic for my will
to intercede?
In concious intercession
of sophisticated greed,
And here I bleed,
a self inflicted wound,
a gash of wicked seed,
In my confusion I subdue
myself,
Destruction, mind and body,
through grim and ghastly deed,
I can't portray the contrary,
to what I know is true,
Unworthy of his promise, of your flower,
and of you.
-By: Shane Michael Denham
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem to give experssion to the
reolization of my unworth. Of Gods' promise and
of the unherstood her in my life. It seems that when
one is on the thresh-hold of sin, all thoughts which
would quite potentially prevent come up absent.
...how convenient...
- Shane Michael Denham
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