An Obscure God

Never wanted to become a god
It was forced upon me
I am the son of the son of Zeus
Avoiding becoming a god
Was impossible for me
At least I was able
To remain obscure
And you’ve never
Heard of me

Bob Boyd

Author: BobBoyd

79, cancer survivor, work out 3 times a week, ride exercise bike 60 minutes daily. Kundalini energy rising since age 27, began writing poetry October 2023. Pisces, which may be why I have fish for pets, read and listened to many NDEs, Shared Death Visions, and Death Bed Visions, see death as the awakening of a lifetime and the ultimate relocation.

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