Hero worship, like gangrene, spreads pus upon pure hearts.
And all the saints there ever was, are now replaced by specious tarts.
Rubbish and dispensable. Futile in our ways.
We seek to make our god's. Increasing our decay.
Trinkets rattle. Choirs roar. Satan never sleeps.
And God almighty just may die. Second fiddle. It's we, we seek.
Self important. Turgidly , we march to our own drum.
A scum that gathers daily, poisons hallowed ground.
Bohemian? Oh for sure. Who are they to doubt?
Berating any older thoughts. Scornfully, we shout.
And all the Saints in Heaven. Now denied by you.
Move on towards a kinder flock. Those , forever true.
By H Rap Fox
Please tell me what you think
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As a wise man once said...
"if Jesus saves
well he better save himself,
from the glory, glory seekers,
who use his name in death"
very ironic...this read...considering the one you read of mine,
and now i come to this..
death and religion....
it's nothing new that we tweak our God....
that false ones arrive almost daily...
we are a spiecies that loves to fool ourselfs...
nothing has one meaning.....
for us....we minipulate and bend the lens .....
God knows we are pathetic....
that there are just so many that actually get it....
unfortunatly not enough to save ourselfs in the name of his sacrifice to us...
you certainly got me on my soap box Bob.....
your work always seems to strike a poetic social chord...
God bless ya for it brother...
it is your gift to the thinking man.
Superb!
Liam
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The final couplet really hits hard.
As for the reference to "God dying" I read a couple of comments that kind of wondered about that, but I took it to mean that we've worked so hard to ignore him that the world is moving toward a place where the recognition of our creator is becoming a thing of the past.
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Excellent
What a terrific write. So very well expressed. Thank you for sharing
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Well, I don't know about Saints...I tend to deal straight with the top guy myself.
A powerful write my friend...Alby
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Valid Points here...
But make no mistake, GOD will never die!!!! He shall pravail over all of our self indulgent, self important ways. You are so correct when you say we are all about ourselves. And The Bible says in the latter days men will becomes lovers of self...It has never been more evident than right now and we shall pay the price if we don't repent and change our ways turning back to what is most important...God!!!! Thanks for sharing Bob..loved the great usage of metaphors here as well!!!~~~~Toni~~~~
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My Lord Bob Fox you put a spell on me with this one! I think your one of the few great writers we have here. You tell it like it is in a most classic way.
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Very well
You're writes always hit a spot in my heart. You have such a way with words that most people long for.
"Trinkets rattle. Choirs roar. Satan never sleeps.
And God almighty just may die. Second fiddle. It's we, we seek."
I've never heard anything like this. Its worded so.. wonderfully, I guess you could say.
Keep it up, Bob.
Saint Tracey. -
Many hugs sent your way my friend
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Wonderful.. written with conviction, emotion and flare.
I should imagine it makes people think about where their "treasure" lays.
Excellent work...Loved it.
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something set you off in heart for I feel this message sad but true you have penned betrayal in the form of lust gave.. where are our saints.. still here when sought.. for some will always be how they are no matter the message brought.. buggery and lust the greed of heart and all the hell paid on those that reaped tainted in the souls sown lust in heart...no matter what the rhyme of reason life is like a bowl of cherries there is many pits before you fin d the true fruit in life love and politics.. keep looking for the reason for life still hang in the balance of the meaning it brought... well penned with anger in heart.. Hugs always Angel♥♥
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Ohh my goodness Bob
Ohhh but this soooo true!!!!
What an amazing and very sad write. Deep down I think most of us believe that there is a supreme being and along the way it is only natural to see traces of Him in those that deserve our praise through the kindness and love they show others. But...... when admiration is sold off so cheaply to the undeserving........ well I just can't believe it. Money or fame do not make a person it only gives them power and sometimes they do not know how to use it and fall apart, we are all human and therefore equal. I'll keep saying my prayers to my one God above the Almighty who foresook His power for His love of us. How many of these standing on pedastals would do the same???
Brilliant write dear friend
Cherry xxx
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wonderfully done my friend, keep it flowing
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Wise-Profound...
It has many colors, but I don't see the FLAG. We pass East River, Harlem River, entered the Hudson River... down South... New York Bay, it is the sea we SEE... Where is the Statue of Liberty?... Yes, the Saints passed through Ellis Island! (Smiles)
Salutation and healthy long life to You, Poet.
I have enjoyed the reading of "The Killing of Saints", which ignited my hierological and historical memories from kindergarten of mental slave yards to conscious time of imagination.
In appreciation,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
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aahh yeah..
loving the rant..and your alter ego..that h rap dude..
A.T.T.I.T.U.D.E. all day huh? l.o.l.
this is a great pen sir poet..
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It's all about me, we. A shame. Life is dispensible.
A rap indeed. Compliments.
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"And God almighty just may die. Second fiddle. It's we, we seek"
where once few stood, now roams a herd
rise numbers exponential
where silence would be far preferred
results, less consequential
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I sense anguish, almost anger..Sad to say, I enjoy this emotion from you, or anyone else,It is nice to see how you respond to it..I loved this.I enjoy the emotion of what you bring to the table..You nailed it, as I thought you would..Great write..full of emotion,,depth..wow..congrats
John
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yo rap haha i got it man..thats part of the poem lol.....oh i love it when you are angry.your poems are so much powerful and passionate..keep well ny mate
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