The sole creator of creation

poem by: Anna Tate
Written on Apr 22, 2017

am he,  the creator of life & death & with life I gift you,  your every breath. But I am he,  the opposition himselfFor I'm also the devil within my wealth. I can give or I can takeAway the very life & soul That you forsake. So make no presumptions of the powers I reignFor I am he,  & in life & death is what I train. In all good and bad,  I posses the twoAnd I decide on the path that you in life pursue. Be it I gift you with life and breathBe it known  I also bring the gift of death. So don't be foolish nor act out in fear& in prayer beg to be saved from the path in sin you steer. For I look for the strengthsFrom within that you own. And with this I make my choices known. Be it if your true to your way of life Perhaps I'll be more lenient in the paths of strife. And in your heart your  trust is honest and pureMay you live on with gods eternal life I can assure.

Copyright © Anna Tate | Year Posted 2016

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I am all of above and below

I am he,  your Lord of heaven above I am he,  who gifts you life and love. I am my own competitive oppositionI gift you death and cruel acts of precision. For I am God,  the sole creator of allFor I am the devil,  to whom my prey will fall. I can give you breath,  And a beating heart& just as easily,  In death I can bring your life's depart But unbeknown to man,  they do not think I am just one and all. choosing to believe God as goodAnd Satan as evil In any bad downfall. Through fear of unknown,  & what is to eternally beThey choose to believe,  if I'm God I'll set their soul free. It's those weak and afraidTo believe in the gift I gave to them lifeMy intentions were for them to gain strengthOnly to believe in himself through struggle & strife. It's only those manly enough To not worry thereafter their death. Who live their life in the momentEnjoying the very meaning of their given breath. These are the strong souls That appreciate without greed. Not living by fear of their actionsIn hope for much more in deat

 

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