Thy Slave, Thy Servant, Thy Creation


Choice III

From the deep dark recesses of thy soul, I spring forth eternal

The seeds that have been sown burrow deep tormenting mind, body and soul

Cunning, duplicity, immorality now serve as indestructible foundations

Compassion, generosity and sincerity conceals the edifice within

Yeah, Machiavelli be proud!

With humble pledge, I am forever thy obedient slave and loyal servant

And this I vow,

Though your name be cloaked in anonymity

You shall be known from my works and cursed for my deeds

As I place hand to task in duplicating thy creation


(A poem based on, “What Monster Have You Created?”


Wisdom I