Thoughts on Nietzsche

A misfit makes a philosopher,
From Plato to Nietzsche.
We cannot do, so we think.
He thought the shadows on the wall
Were the idylls of philosophy:
I thought the hands that made the puppets;
The creative imagination that sought to make it;
And the moral consequences of what the puppet's actions were.

And in that, I saw in Christ, Nietzsche's superman.
So I was sufficed he was not so much a genius
As my LORD and Savior was.

We both lived nearly identical souls---
We couldn't help it.
Yet, I sought up, and he sought within.
And I knew what hurt me,
While he wallowed in that which made him broken.