Prose and musing by Sam I am.
Writer of cyberpunk, dystopian fiction, and nonfiction. Plus whatever drives me at the time.
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If I say the god I believe in doesn’t carry a brief case
And the devil is in need of a shave
If I dare to ask the question
Will you stop me and tell me to behave
If I question every answer
If I fold beneath the sheets
If my soul is eaten with cancer
Will you still believe
I take up arms so defensive
I take up position so wide
I act not to be offensive
I act until I die
My god needs no worship
No slavery in sight
No servants at the door
No widows plight
I take up arrows of good fortune
And plunder what is left
Of your sanctions comes my thunder
Of you love I am bereft
Stolen from me before birth
I reach out and yearn
Taken from what I’m worth
But in you I never learn
Take up arms of good sorrow
Spears turn into earthly tools
In your yoke I will borrow
The wisdom of wisdom fools
I look now for life’s long lesson
And find it lacking in plain view
I beg forgiveness for my transgression
I wish your judgement were not true
I wish now for an answer
A way to make it all worthwhile
Take god away this cancer
And put back my childish smile
Finding meaning without reason
Finding reason where meaning once stood
No changing within the season
No words that come out good
I ask now for the guidance
To find a way through it all
I ask now not for your silence
I ask now not to let us fall
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words and sounds by me, images directed by me, inspired by the words above, created by wonder.ai
