A scathed and battered remnant…
The fallout claims its soul…
A madness without reason…
The crime then takes it’s toll…
Discarded faith…
Yet the statue still stands…
The scripture’s not worth knowing…
But still it’s quoted to the damned…
A rise that falls still glowing…
As the father then intends…
A crimson tear runs clearer…
Than the blood that’s on our hands…
The rapture sends us spinning…
The chapter’s come to an end…
Still there’s some left grinning…
When Jehovah’s not our friend…
In god we trust no more…
It doesn’t stop where we intend…
A faceless, faithless child…
Who doesn’t want to play pretend…
A million hopeless faces…
Turned up to the sky…
Pray on broken knees and…
Still they wonder why…
These prayers are left unanswered…
And justice is not served…
You’ve a god that does not listen…
Or is it just what we deserve…
A contest entry
- the catastrophe of holiness by JinSays.
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Comments
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hmmm...thank you for taking the time to enter, love,
jin -
My first impression is a revision should quickly be in the makings.~You’ve a god that does not listen…~ "Jehovah" as your title, perhaps you should check out what the name holds. In so doing, maybe more force could be placed on the positive and not linger so long in the negative. Just my *twocent* worth.
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