Every day since youth,
we hear of the one true sacrifice,
a gift given to us all,
before we were even a thought.
A universe so vast,
we are but an annoying little gnat,
biting and clawing at another beings back,
fighting for one more day, before being swat into oblivion.
This sacrifice has given us all so much,
the choice of our final end,
the forgiveness of our Father,
the love of our Mother.
Yet every day I hear about,
another being laughing in the face of such sacrifice,
throwing away the love,
turning their back on the forgiveness.
What kind of beings are we,
to be given such a gift,
with not a single string found to be attached,
I ask again, what kind of beings are we?
We kill our own kind,
for fun and enjoyment,
we rape and torture,
just to hear someone scream.
Long before each of us,
a thought was formed,
making us if not yet in body,
our spirit was made and held to wait,
in loving arms of grace.
We were kept safe and still we are,
because of the love shown to us all by one single sacrifice,
the hardest to make and yet the easiest to give,
before we could come into thought,
before our souls were brought to this plane.
Again I ask of the,
what kind of beings are we?
Author notes
Oh wow this is rough. I don't like it too much, but it is still a poem. A blah one I admit, but a poem non the less. I may look back on it later and say to myself, 'WOW! I am amazed I write so good.' But I doubt it. Anywyas, enjoy it if you can.
Written December 13th, 2005
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by blah you must mean you wrote it fast.. that means that you had a lot of emotion to vent. nothing else. its better to not take forever writning, you then hide and make readers work too hard to get the message.
wroking for something is good but you have to be careful not to over do it cause then you get people commenting who didnt even read it. they just skim it. your cryptic style and way with words impresses me. i was wondering why you were on my favorites list and now i know why
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Honestly I don't know why you think that this is a blah poem, it ir really beautiful! and so true, before we were even a though, before our parenst were a thought, even before our great granparents were a thought there was a sacrifice that was given freely and yet we still turn it down, we kill, rape, torture, hate, and spit on eachother, we mock that gift, and reject it even though it is truely free...really does make you think, what kind of beings are we....
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