come to me dear children
and I will give you life
forgive you all your actions
no accountability through I
For i was living long ago
such time for me to think
come to me oh come to me
this cup of poison drink
you beg of me forgiveness
for your humanity
a gift which i did give you
and now you owe to me
drink my blood dear fledgling
vampire you may be
love me now forever
else damned eternally
the wars of all the eons
that bear reason be my name
eternally you worship me
hope you guessed my name
i the great deceiver
and you the sheep and fool
gather more for me a flock
question you may not
i give to you a book
rewritten through the ages
any soul may resonate
with something in these pages
eternal life the gift i give
though, the truth be told
to live forever punishment
in the faiths of old
judge in fear and empathy
those who call me a facade
I am a mortal poison
though you may call me God
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Author:
Blackstar (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Oh the humour... God is the ultimate evil spun in its own tale of morality
- Category: Reflection
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Nicely expressed and as a person who's in the "middle-ground" of faith I can say this was well done. I have nothing against religion nor the belief in God but sometimes we have to reflect on what we're actually praising.
Cheers n ty for seeing the message
Such true words Blackstar, I used to have the chriistian faith but when my wife was taken from me by dementia that christian god was nowhere to be found so I dismissed it and felt a great weight lift from me.
Andy
I think wanting a parent is a normal thing in our evolution... can't help other than imagine looking up at the vastness of the night sky feeling so alone aeons ago, and needing to imagine into existence religions to feel like it's not just you against the universe. Like all dreams we have to wake up.
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