Outbursts of Truth
by Michael Doyle

All my repeated outbursts of truth
Have gotten me in trouble since my youth
For you see, truth can destroy the worlds
Even the worlds ruled by fallen gods
Who each have sought, by meteors hurled, 
To increase their own decreasing odds

Ancient pagan gods brew their potions
Seeking to control mortal human emotions
Through trickery and arcane deceptions
Teaching us reality is a matter of perception
Until we lose all sense of our clarity
And still, hold our heads high in our sincerity

Defiantly, I cry out, "To Hell with the gods!"
I do so steadfastly aware of the slim odds
That as a mortal man, I will ever rise above
Except through the grace of one true love
Still, belief is kept in the true God of the cross
Knowing that I have been delivered from loss

Time and again, sunflowers and apples shared
Have shown me the hearts of those who've cared
I've found chased around it's in my daughters
To whom I have loved and taught as their father
That I have best spent my time in line after line
Slinking in my soul, into a love soul sublime

Some have asserted themselves as more mature
Claiming the voice of the gods is found in nature
I say that God is the greatest artist ever seen
But what do I know as an often erroneous human being
Honestly, I mostly seek my own path of repentance
And I don't have time for those practicing intolerance

Defiantly, I cry out, "To Hell with the gods!"
I do so steadfastly aware of the slim odds
That as a mortal man, I will ever rise above
Except through the grace of one true love
Still, belief is kept in the true God of the cross
Knowing that I have been delivered from loss

All those questions broached of gods and of country
Make me wonder aloud if a true God holds an inventory
Asking each of us to account for mistakes made in our days
Or punishing us for all the errors come to in natural ways
The earth seems to seek the pleasure felt by my feet
And the breeze blowing through my hair has felt sweet

Each of these have felt like God's whisper in my life
Yet, for every moment seeking peace, others seek strife
Submitting to this world's ocean, I start to drown
But when I holdfast to my God, I am not held down
This then seems the only true way to know God is to try
Setting one's soul free enough to dare to fly

Defiantly, I cry out, "To Hell with the gods!"
I do so steadfastly aware of the slim odds
That as a mortal man, I will ever rise above
Except through the grace of one true love
Still, belief is kept in the true God of the cross
Knowing that I have been delivered from loss

(c) September 7, 2024   Michael Doyle
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