Creationist's PerfectionA Poem by Tomislav PetricevicAn abomination of perversion; Like birds to nest, Tempted I find myself To succumb to this starlit gaze.
The distance shortens continuously; Anticipation is misery, But promise of what awaits Might disenchant my malady.
You have stirred the cells in me And they left a trace of regret: Forever I have questioned divinities, Yet there may be no other explanation For the bestowment of this beauty.
Pitiful I am, sincerely; You embrace it humbly, For this world we created Is where you desire to remain.
Dishonesty aches me now; It is by me you've been deceived, As our eden would fall apart By a mere stroke of hand
The truth that I have withheld Is a truth I concealed from myself: You exist inside my deluded mind, And only there shall you ever live, For abomination am I. © 2013 Tomislav PetricevicFeatured Review
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2 Reviews Added on July 22, 2013 Last Updated on July 22, 2013 Tags: creationist's perfection, lost, mind, illusion, false, hope, delusion, abomination AuthorTomislav PetricevicSlavonski Brod, Slavonija, CroatiaAboutCheck me out on YouTube (the drip real phresh doe huehue) more..Writing
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