Sprouting head from unknown seed,
seems like wheat, actually a weed.
In time all will see, as you grow,
Who you declare you don’t know.
Compassion as a formality,
you can’t love what you can’t see.
Not forgiven, not forgotten,
your highest reach hits rock bottom.
They come with need as their claim,
while you besmirch the highest Name.
Your sweetest water’s bitter wormwood,
calling good evil and evil good.
White billowy cloud with no rain water,
claiming the God who’s not your Father.
Here is truth to make you undone:
You have no God without His Son!
No matter how much you come to church,
the fruit you claim is your own work.
Weep and howl and seek repentance,
for your own choice is your own sentence.
© 1-28-09
A contest entry
- Dark, dark, and even darker by Luciferschild.
600 points, ended February 24, 2009, 92 entries
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great poem, the rhyme was very good and i liked the choice of words too. thank you for entering and good luck
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Oh WOW!
LAA! Its freaking superly super. Can't even think of a word to try to match it up with... Its very powerful and it gave me chill bumps...
"Sprouting head from unknown seed,
seems like wheat, actually a weed."
"Weep and howl and seek repentance,
for your own choice is your own sentence."
I adore these four lines, the last two really summed it up great. The only thing I really couldn't relate to was "you can't love what you can't see." But then again thats just me. But this is great. I loved it. Excellent.
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this is deep and powerful. well spoken u did a wonderful job i love it
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