New Poem: "Hamlet Refuses the Dagger; The Cross Points to His Crown"

Against suicide and demonic thoughts

Tyler B. Morrison

Aug 24, 2023

Hamlet Refuses the Dagger;

The Cross Points to His Crown

By Tyler Morrison

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I hate myself but must pretend
I don’t, or else my friends will worry.
I hate myself but cannot end
My hate or self with methods gory.
I loathe me for hating me.
How arrogant of me to spit 
In the face of God, my Maker, Savior?

And all I love, who love me too?
What favor is it to hate the one
Who’s loved by those I know and love?
Shall they cherish my corpse? 
No, weep and rage.

Save me, O Christ! 
Save me from myself
And the hideous designs
Of the crooked serpent 
Who maligned your cosmos 
By demanding “Make it like me!”
That Dragon was crushed,
Speared yet spared by Michael and Mary. 
But the New Adam from the New Eve 
Shall not suffer Paradise to be despoiled!

The Cross points to His crown,
To the King of Kings and Lord Of Lords, 
Above all powers and princes. 
He conquered by his Body and Blood
The flood of fire and reaping grave,
Eternal Death, and from the Tree
On which there hung the King
There comes now sweet and watering life.
All roads and ways point to INRI.

Amen, Amen, Amen!
As it was in the beginning,
Is now, and ever shall Be,
World without end.
All glory and honor to Thee, 
The Three, the One, O Triune God!

I shall forgive and depart the past,
Endure and praise the present moment,
And worry not, but let all futures be.
Come what may!
For God so loved me, that I shall stay.