It is better to die in gulags
Than live a slave.

5 Although my house be not so with God; 
yet he hath made with me an everlasting covenant, 
ordered in all things, and sure: for this is all my salvation, 
and all my desire, although he make it not to grow.

The verse refers to David not being allowed to
Build the temple.
This is the correct sense.

Charles Spurgeon was wrong
In that he thought David was lamenting
His household not being ordered.

Modern Translators are wrong
By making David's words rejoice.

Spurgeon's sermon was beautiful, 
Though. All of God's servants had an "Although."
Solomon, although he transgressed through many wives.
Samuel, although he transgressed through appearing to the witch at Endor.
Paul, although he transgressed by murder.
Although, James and Peter transgressed by doubt.
Although Samson transgressed by Delilah.
Although Hezekiah went to battle.
Although Manasseh repented.
Although Uzziah tried to be priest and king.
Although I committed sins in my youth.

And David sings a melancholy verse
Of how his house was not in order.
He didn't get to establish the temple.
Yet, God established him.
In my life...

I pressed my dad on
Whether I was a dreamer 
Or a poet. I
Know I sin in calling him
That, but Jesus meant

Not to make him or
Anyone a god. So I
Do not. 

                He said I
Was a poet. 


                     I look for
Auspicious tidings from God.

My dad's exact words
Were that, "I didn't write fluff,
But reality."

I have obtained my
Blessing. A poet is meant
To write poetry.

I listen closely to your advice---
And nare say you were no poet.
Heckling my peers in this current time
Will not win me the victory.
Naught will my work be sold for gold.
For what is gold, but empty?
Yet, for a fair wage will I be satisfied,
For even Leonardo was fed by patrons.

Endless torments and perpetual motion---
Conspiracies of Congress---
I know not.
Rather, of a subtle form of wisdome
Do I chew upon, like the ox or lamb---
Does Congress plot?
Do perpetual motions exist?
I know of the moon perpetually
Swinging around the Earth
Makes currents in the oceans.
I know Atoms forever spin their electrons.
Does Congress Plot?
I do not know---

You, with your mistakes, have
Done many ill reputed crimes---
I too.

A Satanic school of poetry
Cannot be attested to a prophetic voice---
Though, like Balaam, the prophets can err, too,
In heart and deed, but not in word.

Southey's verse is dull, 
Like a dry, tasteless wine---
I am generations removed
From him, and his work is rare.

Yet, Southey won Poet Laureate
Because his verse was what is enduring.
It reflected the novelists'
Who would later win your ancient hearts.

I, I am an Anachronism.
Bringing to the modern age
Wisdom it ought never forget.
Truths of Religion, truths of Science
Truths of Brotherhood.

To leave my work to posterity
Would be foolish---
For Southey was wise.
Was he not?
He saw the full fame and success
Of his poems, no sooner, and no later---
A man with an Elephant's memory
Who engineered verse laden with facts
Like a Courtroom's dry conversation.
Yet, he was beloved and read by many.
For that, I call him wise.

For you, living until you were thirty
Could not have lived more luxuriously
And for your politics was destroyed.
Democracy came to England---
And it left because of men like you.
Not men like me.

As a child---
None want to remember this---
I had excuses for why
I didn't do my homework.

To know the real reason---
For look at me,
Don't I love to learn?---
Was because I was miserable
In my school environment
And didn't want to spend 
My hours of relief doing it.

Now, I have another excuse.
I do not want to be unhappy.
For, is that not the sad state of everyone
Working a career?
Sweating every day, 
In major loads of debt just to survive,
Working for someone who can fire them at
A given moment
Without loyalty,
Without just compensation,
Without fixed hours or rest?

It's not that I'm lazy---
I love to work.
It's just, I want my chance to forge
My own work for myself.
But everyone wishes me to never obtain it.

Why can't I be a writer?

Am I a dreamer?
Or am I the good poet?
Do I write for sect
Or creed or to change worlds?
Or, do I write lovely truths?

Am I a man who
Wishes to conquer, or am
I a man who needs
To understand Eternal 
Breaths and dark utterances?

Do I want peace, or
Do I wish to vex mankind
With a paradise?

Frogs turn into Toads---
For what differs them
Is the stage of a tadpole.

Platypi evolve from birds
Which evolve from dinosaurs.
Which, Platypi are a mammal
Which lay eggs---
Probably, the Platypi became a Marsupial
But also came of a live birth.
Therefore, man has an ancestral link
With the dinosaurs.

In an Amphibian's cycle
The entire process of evolution occurs.
First, the egg, then the fish, then the salamander.
The salamander then becomes the lizard.
Or the salamander then becomes the snake.

The walking fish is another mystery...
Yet, how can mammals evolve from two separate
Species?

The Dinosaur is a lizard
Which evolved from an amphibian,
Which evolved from a fish,
Which evolved from a mollusk
Which evolved from something else.
A man is an ape, which evolved
From a Marsupial, which evolved from
An Ornithorhynchidae
Which evolved from a bird
Which evolved from a dinosaur
Which evolved from a lizard.

Christians, let's not be hasty
To throw away God just because of this fact.
For, God's omnipotence is beyond our own understanding.
Remember, two unequal lines can be equal, if they belong to a circle.
Very counter intuitive, yet mathematic and scientific nonetheless.