His wings ripped away by your faith
In a God
Created by man to control
To take hold of the world
With HIS power
Devouring all who resist
All the while you insist
HE is loving salvation
As long as you submit to HIS
YOUR will
Written in stories by the mentally ill
Book of crazy fiction
Old and New contradiction
Internal afflictions must be crucified
Reborn in HIS image
In YOUR eye
Desires you hide
Liars
Fires burning you inside
He will never bow or kneel
True God reflecting
To his eyes appeal
He has no need for your healing
He doesn't need your forgiveness
Baptismal abyss
Drowning
Your hands full of sickness
Witness
Your churches burning to the ground
Falling to Hell
For you
Tolls the bell
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Author:
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Comments3
Anger pervades this poem as does disgust for organized religion. It speaks of its stories as not just myth but being written by the mentally ill. Powerful words here.
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A powerful write of anger and frustration at religion, suggesting the religious are not just myth but pieces written by the mentally ill, a strong thought provoking write
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