O God (a poem) (Yes, it’s about fallen angel otherkin.)

O God
what is this thing
that has crept from depths below

that we in wisdom call hate

O God
who is this child
that stands before me
and laughs

to scorn my wicked fate

O God
what is this punishment
for the crime
of which you remain silent

and guilt me of my wrong

O God
What is this emotion
that I fear is sinful
of which you never taught me

of being unable yet yearning, to

belong.

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