Forgive me Father, for I speak the truth.
I wish to lie, though I simply can't.
They beseech the forsaken;
And I've arrived to meet demand.
You see they always ask,
Pleading for a righteous saint -
To bring forth their salvation,
But it doesn't work that way.
I witnessed the fall of Babel,
Saw the Pyramids erected high;
Stood by the Sea of Red,
As it split, and ruptured time.
Their passions burn like cinders,
Lighting the way so others will know -
Blessed be the Wicked,
Who embrace what the weak forgo.
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Author:
Nicholas Browning (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Hello friends! I wrote this shortly after watching the movie titled "Pulp Fiction" for the first time. I must say it was an interesting movie. I don't usually write about religion, but the quotes in the movie were getting to me. I respect all religious people, because they possess the faith to put their consideration into something that is greater than themselves, and that is noble. Just like them, I choose to put my faith in something, just not the same thing. Topics like these are never easy, and I do not wish to offend anyone. I simply write what I want to write, as do we all. Thank you for stopping by, and feel free to comment if you wish! See ya, folks!
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A fine write Nicholas, though I don't go along with some of the things in this myself.
Meanwhile - I never knew ya was that old? You older than me, seeing Babel and all that?!
Well, I'm scared to go to an Antiques Show in case they think I'm an exhibit and keep me there.
Out of all the things that have happened in my life, it's been difficult to place my trust in anything, even myself. I want people to understand that, before they go judging me for having different views. That's why it's important to show ample amounts of respect! So, thank you for the respect you have shown me. It is appreciated.
Oh, yeah, I'm a little old. I can't even go near an antique shop anymore - not since the 7th century.
Thanks for the visit, Steve.
Thanks Nicholas. Was ya helping build Babel? Dunno how they could have succeeded - building a tower to heaven. Were they hoping to see God, or what?
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Thought provoking... though I have to admit it made me head hurt a little as is always the case with the unknown and unfathomable
Thanks for the visit, Syl.
If you dont mind my asking, which part did you find unfathomable?
Oh it was not your poem I found unfathomable, it is the notions around truth and faith and righteousness and evil that your brain got me thinking about that hurt my head.
And also I wondered about the idea of sacrifice. Your comment about those of faith made me think is that a sacrifice? Who is sacrificing what? When does it become a sacrifice? Is all believing a sacrifice because as soon as we believe something we sacrifice all the other possibilities.
See what I mean? You made my brain hurt and I was just settling down to write a bit of my book!
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Nicholas,
I liked reading your poem and your author comments! I don’t know how old you are, but you are very wise! This world needs more people like you in it! It would be a more tolerable and better place!
‘Pulp Fiction’ is definitely a quotable movie! The only reason why I saw that movie was because I was an invited guest at its debut thanks to John Travolta!
~Laura~
Thank you very much, Laura. That sounds like an interesting time! Bit of a shame he got whacked in the end though. I'm glad you enjoyed the read, and thank you for your kind words.
Clever last line to end this beguiling write Nick - your pen achieves much with any subject or theme and sacrifice can mean all this and more.
Thank you for your kind words, Fay. Sacrifice certainly can mean much more, and sometimes it goes unnoticed.
I appreciate your visit!
Sylvia refers to faith' truth, righteousness and evil - I too was minded towards these by your words with the exception of faith. Since it has no meaning in my world in respect of religious beliefs it not something which I pick up on. Getting back to the poem it was certainly thought provoking which is the sign of a good write.
Sometimes all we can do is see what things mean to us. Thank you very much for your comment, Michael. I appreciate the visit as well!
we all have to make them every now and again... they are what they are, only by definition..... an intriguing poem and likewise enjoyed.... N
Thank you very much for this visit, Nev.
Your comment is appreciated!
always a pleasure
Very though provoking write Nicholas, my Faith in the Church is questionable at the moment but my Faith in God is unchallenged, to me it is religion that is the problem no God, "My Spirit."
Indeed sir.
Thank you very much for the visit.
Well done and well done for following your conscience to new places brother. A good poet writes for the sake of posterity. Out of charity I'll reserve my comments for what I think of this present generation.
Thank you very much my good man. Yeah, any words I could say about the present generation wouldnt be so pleasant, either.
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