De (the) Mys

The “Mys” of demise.

As such, any demise I have had or potentially have, has my actions in it.

And I am a former poet.

I still may be a poet but I don’t care either way anymore about the moniker.

Perhaps I should?

My demise as a writer is partially self-inflicted.

I can display poetic prowess. I could write philosophy.

But it might be considered revolutionary.

I ain’t really revolutionary.

God made all and I am just supposed to play by His rules.

And I don’t believe in a son of Man.

I believe in God.

I am made in His image.

But so are you.

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