Minotaur of Conscience

Minotaur of Conscience by Gregg Hake

Minotaur of conscience,
Stampeding through the maze;
Looking for the answer,
He eats the young and prays.

Troubled by the conflict
Of knots he can’t unwind;
His coats of skin torment him
And keep his soul confined.

“Release me from this prison!”
He cries out to his God;
Not asking but demanding,
His beastly instincts flawed.

For God is not a genie,
Summonsed to serve on earth;
He is bid by giving
A womb for heaven’s birth.
 

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