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The Cynical Agnostic

The Cynical Agnostic

I am a spiritual being.

Believing that we are one.

My Father was Religious.

As a result I claim none.

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I have felt the "Wrath of God"

Thrashed from thighs to arms.

A parents right to discipline.

Out behind the Barn.

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Was told "Be seen not heard"

Trained to toil all day.

I memorized the Word.

Three hots and cot for pay.

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Yes, I am resentful.

A furnace within my soul.

Humbled from tongue lashings.

Familiar with control.

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Thankful to be free.

In the U.S.A.

Without "proper leadership"

I may have lost my way.

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Born to be a servant.

Must have been "Gods will"

Serving my Country.

Or working in the Mill.

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Yes Sir! We're free alright.

This I learned in School.

As I focused on the task at hand.

Free as any Mule.

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The problem is I think too much.

Need more self control?

Play too much on guitar.

That "Wicked Rock n Roll"?

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And I like to smoke my weed.

I'll kick back now and then.

But NO! That is not allowed.

Well...Not in this Sheep pen.

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Yes a Cynical Agnostic.

Would best describe me.

A prisoner held Hostage.

Longing to be free.

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