Just on the edge, doubt

Warning long poem, a thought pushing So it is as it is written so must it be for I am the Lord Strike that All those with ears hear All those with eyes see No the man is to enchant with the plaything Sent him Strange things I have created but this man Ever changing growing many direction at once Free will Quizititive thing Intelligence lacking Body pleasure Enjoys Sees wonder in such small things Must forgive him shortcomings Left them their Slight faults Needs a way out Taken for granted Temper as strong Face as lost Changes so quickly Maze of life running every which way Always asking for something Suffering a point of reference Pains to joy Scratch the ground Army of soldiers Not reliable Changes loath Need my son to understand more A playing field of life I send him among these things Interesting emotions strong Yearning so different yet special Life is a creation of wonder So much to see and believe Three sides of me plus The creation How novel Growth and understanding This free will unexpected Outcome personal explosion My son will feel evolution So it is pain to joy Life to death Death to life Creativity to law Will to pretense Special to hold From clay to dust To energy as ash Comes and flies In middle ground Sound oh voice Request thee well While I play With all the toys Create heaven Then hell In-between give birth Earth and purgatory For mind an explosion Closer to me For pain equals joy Pleasure more to employ Life a stronger place Glow burns in minor key We start to be a special Community Creature so stupid failure of his God almighty Yet why am I so empty Born of age Created Equal in image Knowledge beyond Temper of light Stars open Pit waiting War lost Writer of the tale Each word a triangle Five in mingle Earth a curse Man just a plaything Used and abused Soldier to fight Open hells door Unfair he plays the game Sends his son to mark a path In and out of doors Why could he not save me Fate pride wheels So much miss-taken From value and system The price of will Homage not given Equal to and better Grab his frail creature Make him into a minion A currier to this place they live A fighter in my army Even his son will be tempted Even he will fear death Walk into my corridors of deceit Calibrations of life is death Muddy water upon a scale to fight I still stand taller than the repast Sun breaks dawn in map given Travel a desert seeking Lay upon a hill Minding sheep Sleep in age Threat of heaven to hell Fear death Immortality seeking Shadows grow Practice in faith Love makes a path Society police by God Demands his son Who fears his own death Turned down the earth from Devil Was it his to give Meek soldiers stain Upon a bed of religious zealots Shake sands of time from shoes Yet the Christ held me in his hands As a babe felt the warmth of mother Fed at her breast human in ever since Scraped the ground for survival Rules and laws instruction Scripture lived believed One of me Tempted tested by the earth Animal to fruit Subjective vision Free will a turn in visage Love upon a place Each pebble a rock to overcome Sin cast upon judgment From heaven to hell to earth Shared the taste of wine Felt the hot sun Meet hunger head on Felt the pelt of hate Shared the love Loyalty of adoring Fell under the load of man Forgave from a cross Watches the privileged Sees the hunger of desire Walks on the soldiers of before Takes the gold given As the woman of kings Become the servant of highest bidder Wall of will take and give back Yet in salvation a cross hang A crib in tribute by animal man angel and evil Mix is the same freely in the image of God Yet three in one is still one Adoration never far from reach as the man wanders the trail curing A mix so perfect and imperfect picks fate as a cost of the right to choose Stupid perhaps but a marker for both heaven and hell The fight takes place in all days but days of Christmas Play clear as a second or third or perhaps a final chance