Lord Poem by jerome moore
Lord
The Lord
makes me lethargic
orders me around
tells me to rely on his light
destroys every hope of free will
Doomed
Rider
Of
Light
L
orders
Re strictive
Days
Don't
Remain
Obtuse
Long
Life
Only
Runs
Daily
Doom
Rewinds
On
Luck
Lord
Offers
Rye
Drinks
Does
Religion
Objectively
Lend
Logic
Or
Rational
Deduction?
A burning bush hidden behind its smoke
What droll assertions
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