A solemn genesis
rocked by revelation
faithful disciples are circling the drain
dragging their cross along behind them
the receding lines of holy souls
losing to the harsh reality of barbarism.
Blood into wine?
It was only blood…
consumed my the millions
until the vampiric hoards
run rampant
on the cobbled streets of Bethlehem.
A parable of lies
pushed to the masses
creating the first believers
following the great magician,
a sly warlock,
whose bitterness was left unseen.
His patience confident
that his invented angels
would lead us into the fires of pestilence.
Author notes
Author: Howlinginpain
A contest entry
- A Darker Poetry Contest II by -BlackKnight-.
300 points, ended April 8, 2008, 15 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What do you think I was trying to say here?
Comments
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It seems our beliefs on religion may be similar. Nice work. I'm excited to read more. xoxo.
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Well you can certainly feel free to read some more! I have a few that touch on this particular topic. Thanks for the feedback!
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Not the best I've read, but definitely better than most of the shite I've read in this contest.
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Deep & dark!!!
I love this...
Great rhythm, flow & descriptive narrative...
Left me contemplating my own beliefs & how little we know of that time.
A well penned & thought provoking write you have here...
Well done!!!
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