In the beginning
Whether it was my birth or death
God has me under his thumb
So I fall to my knees
And raise my palms to the sky
To relieve some pressure
But God is larger than I am
So as I lay my hands
Around his throat
And suddenly God becomes
No more than a child
Begging for release
I begin to squeeze harder
- Author: fb (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 12th, 2024 18:58
- Comment from author about the poem: It's not that I have a problem with God, it's with myself and how he lives in me
- Category: Religion
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