Wednesday, April 13, 2022

Thou Creator

 

O thou creator 

who conquered radiate divinity,

O great deceiver 

for whom gave feeble 

hope to the dole of mortals,

O thou interruptor of life for 

who hides behind intangible 

and jealous irony,

O jovial aphorisms 

fall from tropist’s meeken

and savory lips,

O hoisting tyrants

who peddle wars for

penchant and honor,

O thou dejected historian 

who chronicles fairytales then

scribbles in astounding and 

roistering Roman-fleuve,

alas, O thou creator,

therein lies the true god. 





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