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Sunday 15 November 2015

Writer's block. A great steaming pile of writer's block.

I must confess that I am especially prone to writer's block. Incredibly prone to it, in fact. It hurts. It's very much like being hit by a truck, but mentally. You know what I mean.

So that's pretty much why I have been scouring my documents to find a chapter, a paragraph, something, that is worth sharing.

So I hope this is acceptable.

Nothing Grows When It Is Dark

Nothing grows when it is dark
So let the eclipse
Draw near and end
Your creations
But will you
Trust yourself with
Omnipotence
Or crumble under
The weight of your power?

You have done it once
Too many times
You pass judgement
On those below
But never on yourself
Yet you wield absolute
All-corrupting power
And yet you never
Reconcile for it.

You stand above
A pyramid, a
Hierarchy of rule
That your lifeblood
Will bleed onto
The earth of Eden
Creating purity
And yet filling
It with snakes?

You teach equality
But never administer
It, and leave
Suffering upon your
Perfect world and
You lead us
Through heartbreak
Do you test us
Against you?

You conceal
Yourself in words
Out of the
Prying eye of
Those you mean
To give
Perfection to
Are you impure?
Why do you hide?

These ramblings
Have great meaning
They are the
Sad but true
Truth of life
But there are
Too many
Unanswered questions
To say for sure.

Nothing grows when it is dark
So let the eclipse
Draw near and end
Your creations
You will trust
Yourself with
Omnipotence and
Remain hidden with

No true herald

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