A dark, cold church.
The stones at night.
The bell refuses to ring.
The doors are locked.
Your prayers are blocked.
God has understood suffering.
The congregation cowers and hides,
Beneath the wooden church pews.
And God deals hurting all around,
For the unincluded Jews.
Religon's simple misunderstandings,
Turned God into his Archangel.
And the squabbling masses of Christians created,
A God of compassionate danger.
Hell is real, as the heavens close up,
Mercy's now letting you live,
An earthly, uneternal life,
For God can no longer forgive.
We've brought this down upon ourselves,
As fire burns us all,
The God of our minds is what we most fear,
A Judges, of things great and small.
Author notes
So what! I don't know everything.
A contest entry
- Question here, A riddle there, who knows what I am thinking by LadyOfFate.
450 points, ended July 11, 2008, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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very good, thanks for entering. good luck in the contest.
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