The fever of the spirit of God
and the allure of relief
over took me on the night
I emptied my womb.
I did not sway from the truth.
I was not ready
for the brevity of life
and so I chose, instead, to escape.
Escaped pathetically like a prophet
who would not accept
the order from heaven
to serve.
I am cast
again and again
from the side of the ship
and will be swallowed up
by the voices of angels
singing in languages
I will never understand.
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