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Who Are You?
AàdesokanSeptember 27, 2016 . 1 min read
These
are not my words. These words were not written by me. This is not my voice. I
am not embodied in this. This is you. This is what you said after we’d climbed
the summit of the water droplet. We watched the birds stand...
Speak:
Open your eyes, why does he wait?
This is not his choice. You open your eyes to these things. Where does that take you to?
Reply:
I can’t breathe. To remember and express from this, I’d have to dwell on this. I may perhaps need to experience for one last time such existence.
Speak:
I shall douse I with hymns and the self in praise. The arrogance of a flawed creature, this fundamental weakness I beseech to unravel the humility of a God that descends to be with the soul of a flawed creature.
Reply:
It is dusk and you watch. You know what is to be. You know what is coming.
You, your companions, they do not torment. They do not terrify me.
Speak:
I am not who I used to be, you have changed me. You have made me free. You are amazing grace.
Are you grace?
Reply:
There is no condescension or benevolence. I am not grace.
...and we watched as our old selves raged in the cage. We observed and we walked past.
Speak:
Why do you not run? Is it curiosity?
Reply:
For us death has become a choice. I am Macabre. Who are you?
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Speak:
Open your eyes, why does he wait?
This is not his choice. You open your eyes to these things. Where does that take you to?
Reply:
I can’t breathe. To remember and express from this, I’d have to dwell on this. I may perhaps need to experience for one last time such existence.
Speak:
I shall douse I with hymns and the self in praise. The arrogance of a flawed creature, this fundamental weakness I beseech to unravel the humility of a God that descends to be with the soul of a flawed creature.
Reply:
It is dusk and you watch. You know what is to be. You know what is coming.
You, your companions, they do not torment. They do not terrify me.
Speak:
I am not who I used to be, you have changed me. You have made me free. You are amazing grace.
Are you grace?
Reply:
There is no condescension or benevolence. I am not grace.
...and we watched as our old selves raged in the cage. We observed and we walked past.
Speak:
Why do you not run? Is it curiosity?
Reply:
For us death has become a choice. I am Macabre. Who are you?
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