Like the rain flooding the earth, I've wept.

Like the oceans clearing the dirt, I've swept.

Like a man following up on his words with a ring, my promises I've kept.

Like the universe on a never-ending orbit, I've never slept.

In a beginning, I spoke to the dark and deep, and I whispered, "Let there be carnage."

Like vengeance seeking its mate, leaving behind only damage.

And my heart, like the devil's spawn, rose from the wreckage.

I never fell — I was cast out.

More like freed from the bearers of my own emotions, but I thrived like a savage.

Made in His image,

So I am partly Him.

Class was in session

When my self-portrait was a resemblance of perfection and Godly essence.

So why did they demonize my innocence?

Told me I was impure and imperfect, and all that was — was blasphemy.

But all I could hear was: "Blessed for me."