“There is no God good deeds can buy
No heaven without the key
If you want to shine on high
You have to come through me!”
“How good's your soul?” the specter sneered
From beneath a cloak of black
“Hell’s a place where flesh is seared
And there is no coming back!”
“Devote to me, an attentive ear
My gift I proffer to share.
I guarantee that once you hear
You’ll sleep without a care.
I know the way through heavens gates
You just have to follow me.
If you believe paradise awaits
Your path is plain to see.
Commit your heart, recruit your friends
And tide my church with gold.
The time is near, and soon it ends
It shall be as I foretold.”
And then the faithful huddled near
And the cynics slunk away,
For each one shared a common fear
Of their pending judgment day.
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Not your usual subject to write a poem, but has the same qualities as all the others you have posted here.
Those are thoughts many of us share, even when we don't speak about them. You have written this one with such deeps thoughts. Hope you don't wait again a long time before posting the next poem
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For each one shared a common fear
Of their pending judgment day.
this is good, some great lines and the character build of many religions in one spiel of the salemen that speaks so many volumes of truth, especially to the gold of fools that lock things in outdated fear mongering behavoir, otherways thanks for the read...
w a bumper sticker of your liking
-Jas
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Very true and mind provoking. Does really only fear from judgment day keeps us in faith?
Excellent work!
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Good artistry
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