Have I Not

What have I done
what have I ever done
to deserve the holy terror
you wreak against my heart?

What have I ever done
to make you believe
you have the right
to eviscerate my spirit
and shred my soul?

Have I not given you everything,
my body and mind?
Have I not promised you the moon,
delivered the galaxy,
put out the sun,
lifted you into the sky
and made your eyes twin stars?

Have I not made you immortal?

Are you not all delight and prayer for me,
my perfect child,
my blessed one?

All I ask
is that you love me,
worship me,
serve me,
adore me,
now and forever.

About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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