Mercuria: This is sonnet number ... well, it's the twenty-ninth sonnet I've written, but I don't post them, really. Anyway, this one is inspired by Sarathiel's reviewers on her poem "Morning Star".
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If gifted grace is blackmail to my soul
and pushes me to roughened wooden pew
in hopes of losing life to distant goal
of wriggling worms existing just for You
then grant me nothing. I can live alone
and seek what life can give without Thy aid.
But let me then exist as just my own
that I might sing, be proud, be unafraid.
I'd rather that I'd not been born at all
than made for worshipping a distant lord
for I cannot be chained, at beck and call
of someone else. My freedom is my sword.
And those who say that for such words I'll burn:
I curse and fight your worlds at every turn.

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Well, what do you all think? Reviews?