Perhaps, the Most Pitiable of Men

When God gazed upon me,

I believed I was the apple of His eye,

though when I climbed up and into that heavenly pupil,

I fell into deep darkness,

and found myself alone there.

Woe to me,

and those like me,

who have only their rage,

to comfort them,

and their violence,

to keep them company.

God touched the earth,

and I felt its sorrows,

He gave me the pains,

to endure in time,

as sweet expectation,

dances in the wind.

Yes, I heard the trumpet call,

and saw a golden sash,

upon which was written:


But I could not find the way.


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