Was your God and there was no other, you were not
Christlike
Though you walked in the love of your father. Though you stared
At the stranger your mother.
What had she to do with you
But tempt you from your father?
When her great hooded eyes lowered
Their moon so close
Promising the earth you saw
You were not Christlike
You wanted to be with your father
In wherever he was.
And your body
Barred your passage.
And a god that was not your father
Was a false god.
But you were not Christlike.
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