GODS OF CREATIONA Poem by honey
Her:
In today’s world, I am called ‘Beauty’ That I cease to recognize the sound of my name They think me their messiah “Save our children from this ill fate” They cried “Call me God, not Beauty” I said A while ago, they called me ‘Grotsque’ That I cried out my name in anguish While gazing upon their faces in horror Demons and Ogres in bodies of angels “To hell with you, agents of the pit” Him: I am the perfect sculptor But she believed me a hoax Till I remolded her from ‘Grotsque’ to ‘Beauty’ That they worship at her feet and call her ‘Savior’ “Oh Beauty, how dare you call yourself God” I am the perfect teacher And I taught her my art for her beauty Alas, her arrogance led to my doom That she left me in agony and despair “Hex you Beauty, I am still your God” © 2022 honeyReviews
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