Exiled from the Garden

I spoke
With obsessive effort to emancipate my soul.
I broke
Noble mind scribbles into little meaning droll.
I hated
The dumb, clumsy form and uninspired mind
that ever held me to my isolation with its never yeilding bind.

I gazed
With exacting eyes on the apostasy of flesh.
I raised
My mind to a high puzzle and made a bold logic mesh.
I found
The rampart in my heart was not inherent at all,
But choked joy from my soul as a syndrome of man's fall.

I spoke
In clearest voice a prayer to the ever might God.
He broke
The chains of pride that anchor to never pleasing fraud.
I knew
Peace by searching for what so often I had thought vile;
The solace in modesty and contrite loving trial.

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