diatribe

Cursed by people's words,

hurt, you are.

fool one, you keep

on askin' who you are.

you're blind, ill educated.

you even never bowed

before the King of kings.

you cry and cry

see how demons

laugh at thee.

awful black autumn.

see and hear me.

i am the poem

and morning star.

dazzled be, by truth-

to be respected by others

respect yourself.

cry not, bow in shame,

change yourself!