Again Hate Me

Hate me, do it again Some have faith, some scream Some weep, some complain High priest of pain, extreme

Forgive me, I say If you’re the organ of love Desecrate the arts Push and shove

My heart doesn’t match you It’s buried deep beneath the sea I don’t want to know you Fame and fortune can’t sway me

Taste me, watch me Brush strokes and colors chosen Canvas of life, set free I’m unique, not a token

I was once a little pupil In a galaxy far from here Centered upon humanity My choices may seem unclear

I don’t care, I don’t worry I don’t break a sweat When love is perfect, no hurry Unless I paint it, it’s not set

So hate me, do it again Shame me, if you must I won’t bend, won’t pretend My truth, I trust

:: 03.11.2023 ::

About EPRobles

Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love... View all posts by EPRobles

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