Waking up , sitting up- The warm glass gun- Pressed up in my chest- The Jesuit Priest says- I was born to die- For today- She smiled in maligned duty- To raise awareness evil- But she did this to step closer- To me, The God Emperor- I raised my hand, I asked her- If you defeat me, you're soul will be burned- By the unconscious voice of good in you- She cocked the weapon- And the spirit of this majordomo- Inhaled a breath of doubt- To what or to whom- Does her allegiance beckon her too- If no trust is gained in this action- Then all will be lost- Again, I summoned her attention- Dear, you've forgotten yourself- You've forgotten the way- Welcome to your emptiness- And my failure to revive your- Hope in your God Emperor- I fear nothing. Fear is the mind killer. I will face my fear and my fear will Pass through me, and I will remain- The mantra mouthed in her thin lips- You've done wrong- You stole the innocence of the world- By raping it so many times- With out realizing what you've done- With manipulation of the human genome- Fetus's become conscious aware- Love is a scientific formula- Fueled in large doses of chocolate- Peace is a weak hollow cast- Ready to break under any pressure- Not true everlasting- God Empereror, SPEAK! Think, for just one moment- To what possible grandeur could you- Be a apart of- Parting of the Red Sea?- Commandments for another thousand years belief- No! If I enchant you to vivacious myths, what will become of this?- Look at you, you are fanatic...You want to believe- But the lack of miracles has resigned your faith to prayers- And sins- I don't mind, I believe that is the nature of your being- But now you raise the glass gun of accusation- To the vessel that makes me this person- You're intent to kill me, for I have failed you- But you have not failed me- Does that not temper your hatred?- Your questions begs my presence!
Reason for writing:
Dune
Birth sign: Libra
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