wicked

 
untitled glory beheld me
the ground tremble at your approach
a heavy knowledge overcame me
wisdom was before me burning with truth
 
I must alter but it seems impossible
to change ones course without first changing oneself
my heart ache from the honesty of this
seeminly bent on one path I lament
 
travailing with the sacred Father
rejecting some of the things he presents
more information is needed
this causes me sorrow
were it that I so easily believe
but my mind challenges
causing me to fall into disfavor
 
beseeching, would you rather I was dishonest
hiding myself away
Father I have done this in days past
to your disapproval
 
taken to my hiding spot, I feel you pass over the topic of grief
and quite easily you sense my truest thoughts
it is not with a spirit of rebellion I observe
but with my own moral compass
 
not placed on me by society
or by religion bound
knowing somewhere deep inside myself  
I have been around a long time
 
with great urgency I plea
with the understanding you are a powerful being
don't expect I will go blindly or against my will
 
you may destroy me utterly
but what ruination that would be
calling forth to my mind the times before
when we came to such an empass
 
exiting your divinity and making a place of my own
do my thoughts find you
my choices haunt
how does one forget utterly?
 
we find ourselves here again
not that I am of any importance
you are sometimes in my opinion very wicked
and I love you just the same