The Attempt
I strove in vain to make a righteous man,
Mistaking what is life and what is death,
And had I been successful in my plan,
I’d stand before you now devoid of breath.
I knew the writings, and I knew them well,
And I assembled piece by piece the parts,
Including none of those which reeked of hell,
Succumbing still to fearsome, fallen arts.
For I affirmed the truth of God above
And seemed to all a symbol of the light,
But what was left out of the lot was love,
Thus I remained a shell lost in the night.
Were it not for the Lord’s gracious design,
I’d still be both monster and Frankenstein.
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