You never said: do it yourself

My blood tissue infested with;

I can do it without you virus

In my pride:

I became a disciple of Frederich Nietzsche

Our creed:

You are dead

You remain dead

We have killed you

In my ignorance:

I gave up on your blind walking stick

I know how to walk around without you!

My thought has become my god of attraction

Whatever I need, I can attract it by thinking positively

In his emptiness;

He is hiding behind a face, without true joy

A prison he has built against his own soul

Alas, he lives in a fool’s paradise;

 slowly slipping through the cracks into death

In my true hypocrisy self:

I lied to myself, when thy tender voice echoed;

Through the void in my aching soul

The struggle within this house; destructive!

In his deepest thought:

He is standing face to face with God and self

His scientific weak knee is jerking in His presence;

A being who from eternity to eternity;

is the fulcrum and essence of true existence

Amazed with such an awesome magnificence:

Tears of an end to old self; Niagara Falls

Words of surrendering; a mighty stream

I am, I am:

A lonely bird in a  jungle of hopelessness

Free my soul from the snare of  self

I am lost without you!

I am empty without you!!

In his change of heart:

He walked away with a fresh air of freedom in his steps

A new creed of conviction tattooed in his heart:

The life that I live not I that live;

It’s Christ that liveth through me

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