Barren, He named me.
With dirt, dressed me up.
Set my heart in frailty
My mind in chaos
Shaped my structure to decay and rot
Directed my fallen state
and continued His art
Made sure to diminish the vessel He bought.
Merit unable to justify my soul
I am miserable, nothing, and wretched.
He is the author
He wrote this terrible novel
I, as the critic, assert.
He the only justified critic who stands in awe of His work.
With dirt, dressed me up.
Set my heart in frailty
My mind in chaos
Shaped my structure to decay and rot
Directed my fallen state
and continued His art
Made sure to diminish the vessel He bought.
Merit unable to justify my soul
I am miserable, nothing, and wretched.
He is the author
He wrote this terrible novel
I, as the critic, assert.
He the only justified critic who stands in awe of His work.
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