Sometimes the world frightenes me. That is why I hide. What is it I hide from? It is you. You who read these words are the ones who have degraded me. My soul is at odds with itself because of you. At the first sign of accusation you hide behind a white flag which you've given the name of innocence. You molded yourself as the perfect one and made my weakness as an example of your omnicence. For so long I've remained silent. For so long you've trampled on me with no resistance. In this present state my death will bring no satisfaction to me. There is more to me than your justification. More to me than my stumbling through minefields where bombs are colored as rocks which bear no distinction. More than lights dimmed by furnances which bring no warmth. I am a man. I am a God. I AM that I AM. You will bow before me in my strength and in my weakness. You will accept my wonderfully imperfect humanity. You will accept my divine greatness. And when the seasons change and what the foolish say comes to pass you will know my power which is fueled by the fires of righteous indignation. You will see what fear has kept from your site. And what you see will be as painful as birth, yet as beautiful as distant moons untouched by our trembling hands.
