Apostates

And should my
Father
In his unquestioned
wisdom
instruct me
To a
Marauding heat
To make
Red the oceans according to his will
Oh but for the
Courage to deny Him
To be as
Gentle as the caressing
Jasmine scented zephyrs of spring.
Oh…
For love and compassion
To Be my religion
To be as the Northern Star
To my rebellious heart

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