The Apostle’s Apocryphon

Thrown into the open, spill the secret, cast away the doubt

Hooked on what I know and I’ll bite, a catalyst for what’s to come about

The apocryphon lies dormant, whispering in the shadows of my mind

Spectacular probabilities dance, yes—only yes, I’ve signed

An apostle of both gods and devils, a dichotomy in flight

Guided by pure chance’s scale, now in my hand, my light

No more ‘maybe,’ no more ‘could be’—the only way is through

Evil or good, love or hate, I shape the story, I break through

I’m the master of my fate, the playwright of my soul

With every choice I make, I create or I unroll

The poem of my future, written in my voice

I’ll be who I want, I’ve made my final choice

Fate’s a gamble, a game I play, flipping coins in the dark

Thriving on the chaos, igniting every spark

The apostle in me whispers, secrets I won’t speak

Writing fate’s manuscript, strong, unbreakable, unique

So cast away the apocryphon, let it go, set it free

I’ll be the villain, be the hero, in this life of mystery

The poem’s not written yet, but I hold the pen tight

Making my destiny, shining in my own light