Merit

Got here on the merits 
of my own talents,
One sip of the holy 
chalice balanced my 
unbalanced malice. 

Now gifted with the 
knowing of who's coming 
and going cursed with 
eyes wide open. 

Awoken to his cosmic 
cells on a course to
become his future self
all from mastering words
far too well.  

The Dawn swings in, 
Church bells rings, 
Heaven cheers for 
him as he floats 
upon wind. Look 
at him ascend,Twin 
angel wings now 
attached to his limbs