In catatonia afflicted by life,
you sit silent,
with your eyes fixed on nothing.
The inverted pentagram,
the six hundred and sixty six,
flash past your vision.
They wilt,
faced with,
the sheer horror of naked life.
No, don't blink my friends.
Stare and embrace fiction
with each breath.
Then hail God,
move your lips in prayers,
for deliverance
from the Devil.
Sitting there shrouded in
that incandescent light.
Someone said God made light.
You believed and applauded Him.
But friends,
when someone flicks the switch
and your staring eyes are stabbed
by impenetrable darkness.
Did you ever ask:
who birthed the dark?
Ever questioned,
why God need the Devil?
God is good,
Devil is bad.
Then who is that repulsive one,
in the ugliness of life?
Perhaps you didn't,
in your desperation to
keep yourself afloat,
you snatched a plank.
In the eternal need to feel
someone out there
greater than yourself:
you never questioned,
why God couldn't duel with life.
Did you inform God,
'the Life' beheaded the Devil?
No you didn't,
for saving yourself from His wrath.
And now God collects the claps,
fighting an adversary
whose grave
He stands on.
Ever felt being in
Circus Maximus?
Life flogging you in sports,
tearing your skin,
drawing blood-
whereas the Godly court
roars with laughter,
saying- Sublime Pleasure?
Yes, my friends,
see with your unwavering gaze
God collecting taxes in your tears
and
your unquestioned catatonic claps.
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Rebellion In Sanity (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Who birthed the Darkness? The poem might convey my lack of belief. But it's the other way round. I deeply believe, but question my belief. I know something is out there but it might not be the simplistic view neatly packaged in books. It is a belief beyond credulity, which we may reach by asking the right questions. I shall be devastated to know their is nothing to believe in.
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A bit of Friedrich Nietzsche here. Years ago I wrote an essay tongue in cheek about the force of darkness. Toward the end of this poem I sense a bit of Dante as well. Nicely written
The poem might convey my lack of belief. But it's the other way round. I deeply believe, but question my belief. I know something is out there but it might not be the simplistic view neatly packaged in books. It is a belief beyond credulity, which we may reach by asking the right questions. I shall be devastated to know their is nothing to believe in.
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You are most welcome. We all have to find what is our own personal beliefs
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Powerful and haunting! The poem’s vivid imagery and dark questions about life, God, and suffering really make you reflect. I love how it challenges blind faith and forces the reader to confront harsh truths. Nicely written.
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My friend, this is searing. The way you set God, Devil, and life in collision...light, darkness, questions that stab...is super powerful. And that line about “collecting taxes in your tears” has stuck with me. Strong, powerful work. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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An incredible array of contrasts and all strung out beautifully but leaning towards the darkest of noir .. 🖤🐈⬛😎👍
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