The Dollmaker

 

 

If ever so a fortune

Is a life spent wholly

And a life blessed holy

Then confusion's greatest toll

Is on those which not know themselves

 

If ever so a blessing

Is one whom He creates from porcelain

And a powered dress blessed holy

Then corruption, bestower of insanity

Targets those for whom the bell bellows, yes?

 

In His kingdom He creates

Those which are doomed to taint themselves

But in the moment the clock ticks

In this moment whisked by wind

All are perfect: His conception utter brilliance

 

Lest those whom take such gifts

And create chaos, madness

And forthcoming hysteria

Shame on them! Shame I say!

For He is the creator: His name shan't be be in vain

 

He takes His time creating such wonderful creatures

Put together in seconds

Mistakes are at zero

He is joyus

For He has created us, perfection

 

It is I whom stops me from being perfect

I who chooses to sin, I who defiles His great name

Those whom blame Him are lost: for this I forgive

He holds no ill will towards us

His creations of so much value

 

I shan't say I remember my creation

But I know He pieced me together, piece by piece

And when I was created

I was of porcelain perfection

My creator, whom donned "God" on His immaculate nametag

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[K.]

Now that is some amazing poetry right there
o.o;

[MadeCheaply]

This is beautiful, and powerful, I actually feel more alive after reading this, like I was reminded of who I was. :) great write.