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Don’t Act Like You’re Not Impressed

My identity is a sham-
I present for show
I exist to know
that you will give a damn.

Your identity boasts of distress-
you clothe in joy
you survive and destroy
your valiant attempts at success.

Our identity rules the world-
we conquer the plains
we fly through the rains
to raise our flag unfurled.

My sins are exposed-
stripped of my pride
jabbed by thorns in my side
my writing’s on the wall; composed.

Your sins dampen the light-
Led by the dark
Tattooed by the mark
The needle’s now your sight.

Our sin corrupts the earth-
billions suffer the wrath
let me help you figure the math
there is only one with worth.


About R. Ward

A husband, father, teacher, and struggling man of God.

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