For I am dying
Oh, if only I could return to the way that I was
where I was born from tyranny
I was created from one faith
and for the freedom of that faith
Now I am tired,
I have forgotten from where I have come
Nay, I seem to not even care from where I have come
But only if I could return to the days from afar
where freedom was true and faith was in the “I Am”
I remember the days when food was plenty, people were strong, and we walked with the Creator
Who gave us all things and wrapped us in His protection
But I have grown to not need the Creator
because I have decided I am better
For truth is no longer important and I have no need for faith,
I have no need for freedom
I have sold it all for gold and power and desire
I just want what I want as I die a slow death
I was once a Great, as proud as the eagle
I have sold it for the now, and tomorrow is no more
Should I get your pity if I cry out,
You that I have mocked?
But I have forgotten to Whom I should call
Perhaps I’ll just lie down and sleep and wait for nothing
My time may be done
since I gave it all up
by Richard M Hartian
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