He spoke to a child, he spoke to my heart.
Thinking it was God, I loved him from the start.
Our first conversation, I’ll never forget.
Friendship soon blossomed, it was a need he met.
God talks to our hearts is what I’d been told.
His voice to the beat, who wouldn’t be sold.
As I grew up and did my own thing.
Occasionally we’d talk, sometimes just sing.
When I returned it was the Bible we discussed.
Satan knows scripture, for him it’s a must.
Of voices they spoke, I was just so confused.
God held me up because my heart was so bruised.
“Go to your room so I can talk,” was just what he said.
“I know you’re not God” was all in my head.
“Change of plans”, was all he replied.
Mourning his loss I began to cry.
The loss of a friend, just my very best.
I was so lost without him, just trying to find rest.
I saw into hell, I was supposed to go get the key.
The antichrist is what he asked me to be.
“There’s a special place in heaven for him, you’ll see”.
No people there, I was wanting to flee.
A dark presence upon me, “tell him no,” I heard my mom say.
Why me, I’d wonder, in my mind, I’d replay.
Thinking on all madman thoughts would flow free.
To the deep chambers of my heart and mind I would flee.
Thinking on all I had to reassess.
What was my purpose? What did I possess?
For him and all his trickery self.
To plot like a scheme from a book on a shelf.
If we’re already seated in heavenly places.
He knows who we are so he’s off to the races.
Doing all he can to make us give up.
Tormenting people, like drinking from a cup.
Natural is what it seems to be.
Watch out everybody, he’s not just after me.
Special we are to God and to all.
Trials and tribulations are part of the fall.
Stealing our treasure is part of the plan.
Even if you’re lost just look for dry land.
Tossed in the storms of the oceans of life.
We can all comprehend what it’s like to have strife.
When all seems lost, I just look above.
Through it all He sends me His love.
The victory is coming it shall soon supercede.
Begging for mercy, God will hear him plead.
A contest entry
- modern depression by Dangerousparable.
900 points, ended January 9, 13 entries
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Comments
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Nice rhyme and well conceived.
Well done
Simon

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questioning religion is not an illness...what does this have to do with the prompt?
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they say im schizophrenic
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