Taken from Poetizer as a epic I wrote earlier this year,
Dedicated to the pain I inflicted in my immature adult youth using love as a deceptive weapon, the journey through my tribulations, why I am inspired with love I must spread in this world with utter avail in the present age.
In the years of youth this epic must begin:
A rogue soul is born, now he's a old soul who is battletorn, but rejuvenated to a new life.
A young boy age of 3 taken and displaced into state custody.
Traumas happened much pain was inflicted on him.
Adopted at 5 the young rogue was so joyful to be alive and to have a mom who loved him as her own and still does as she's is aging with her love for me never ceasing.
Years past on as he grew each year,
more pain enshrouded in immense fear.
The adolescent rogue held onto his pain and abandonment and grief.
Feeling like a reject and a outcast freak.
Turning his heart against his family and faith.
But not once even to the present day, did the Rogue never ceased to take a solemn knee pray.
As a runaway with rebellious heart set on long term self destruction.
The rogue young soul enters this world with a rampage of lust for deceit and self induced spiritual and mental corruption.
Lies he told, webs spun out of control, pure rebellion, inside his soul.
Criminally minded he obtained a record as a thief;
Stealing what he could so he could have something to eat, to fill his hunger for worldly addictions to sedate the afflictions.
He turned from this path of theivery at the age of twenty.
Setting his heart back on God above he finds himself a new form of showing his twisted version of love.
He stole love from innocent hearts.
Something that still to this very day shames his heart.
Rogue lover he was as he entangled her not
with a pure intent to love, to hold and charish til death do us part;
but with intent to deceive. Words he used to manipulate, words now he can't even conceive.
The result was this:
True love gained from his Rogue like ways, her true love wasn't earned in a selfless way, he never truly deserved her love, that he conceitedly gained.
Pushing her away with lies and condemnation. Controlled and manipulated her heart, from the very start, on the first date.
She loved him pure as he led her to believe, knowing in his heart he was abusing Gods greatest gift.
They broke away as such was the fate of true love earned this way.
True love comes divinely from above. This he has always known at least to me.
The rogue still chose to fill his bowl with fruit sowed from what he reaped; while reaping what he sowed.
Drinking and carousing;
Parties and wild escapadeds.
This Rogue, young in his wanderlust, didn't learn from his ways in escapades.
For this was just a season that faded away;
Much of who he was then has been trimmed away now in this day.
In this present age, as he continues on in this epic of his own past self reflection, he shares his knowledge gained from the freedom being free of the Rogue bounded chains of twisted love and self destructive sabotage.
Going back to his tale:
He set sail in his Rogue pirate ship, charting a true north course, based on loyalty and honesty.
He turned his eyes to The Savior but even then still his wanderlust and selfish desires burned underneath that mask he put on to cover his brokenness...