"But if you do not do what is right, sin is crouching at your door; it desires to have you, but YOU MUST MASTER IT."

Genesis 4:7

"Just let me go!
God made a mistake-
It's what I know
This love is a fake!"

With utter despair
He cried to be free
From his prison there
Into his fantasy.

An abysmal confusion
A mixture of roles
Of hopeless depression
A search to be whole.

His desires for men
Growing deeper inside
Consumed him by then
He no longer could hide.

"I am a woman," he said
Watching his wife cry-
"Share another man's bed
That is what I will try."

So he left her to be
A woman of illusion
From a HE to a SHE
Craving men's affection.

From lover to lover
He searched for acceptance,
But sadly discovered
Love's elusive substance.

It's not Love to be used
Drained of one's resources,
Rejected and abused
By the greed of leeches.

The delusion was such
That he could not take it
Suicide offered much
Quiet peaceful relief.

Now this woman a man,
Lies in his/her casket
A forgettable human
Filled with so much regret.

It's the devil's deception
And the price is too great,
For to live in rebellion,
Without God - a sad fate!