One of God's Mistakes

The golden meadow withers gray,
And all the life burns into hell...
Where not it be a place of sin,
Could it be God, mistaken?

The saint of saints burns at the stake
And hearts of gold shall once more break;
If did the soul be seen in hell
--Did God make that mistake as well?

Shall ever doves have coats of red,
or love be sin and true love dead,
We shall all meet the place to burn
For God -from mistakes- never learns.

Shall swords be clean, but present still,
and voices loud, but not quite shrill;
Shall petty, foolish errors lead
to burning for eternity?

Shall ever we be wiped away
Where once, in stone, our future lay?
--Although unfair, we are of guilt
to errors made by our idol.

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I sink my fingers in the soil
Where my soul -in fire- boils;
Here, in hell, I must remain
Because I'm one of God's mistakes.

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~Stephen White