Is this what I have to be God? To serve your plan I have to be mad and sad and clever? I shall try to understand it.
But what burns most of all, is that I'm just not clever enough. Not in the right ways.
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Who I am on face value:
- Joel Macbeth
- Australia
- I am only a slave poet And my chains are those that are worn like armor By the most foolish dictators idols to their own grotesque Bury me with my flute, a knife, coins on my eyes And say you knew I was unrepentant
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You are fine just the way you are, Joel, God made you that way for a reason. :)
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