My heart cries from my history
So many lifetimes spent
The God in me so angry. . .
. . . The words become a vent
Self-referential is the common plane
I know this from my core
Yet! Judgment comes so easily
As now. . . and long before
The task that lies in front. . .
To free my very Soul
In that. . . to free the world
A marked and fervent goal
11/3/15