Freedom
For years you reveled in my state of torment.
Torments I created by the bitter poisonous
seeds I planted which I am still reaping.
You watched with glee when I fell by the wayside
and mocked me when I got up,
knowing I'd continue to fall into more confusion.
When I reached out for GOD you made me think
there was a limit to HIS love and mercy.
You didn't just cheer in my misery and work against me,
you saw me do my worst to myself.
Like the KKK and other hate-mongers, you didn't
even have to leave hell.
You sat around in your underwear, crunching on
popcorn and slurping beer watching my self-destruction
and personal genocide,
You fed and nourished my insecurities, and, oh,
so cleverly whispered condemnations...as I accused,
tried, and judged myself GUILTY!
and handed-down a sentence.
Were you amazed when I lashed out at others, doing the unthinkable?
You thought you had me like a mad dog.
You were wrong
I AM FREE !
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