Dial 333

Knowledge was....lack of true understanding, falling in line day by day.

A servent's aura tired and jealous,
only to be tricked into joining the rebellion.
To fall and fail crying to be forgave,
and in fear they were thrown away.

That mercy never shown
he molded in humanity's heart to obey or deny.
Why is there a choice?

Why didn't he make angels in his image?
Why did servants disobey?
Free will was always their dream.

Was mercy that they seeked
bitter is lucifer, set up and in his plan,
seize control of the very earth at hand.

Why god if he knew he'd be lonely and betrayed?
Why god must be pained.

I ask why, why did you make this to be so,
when we could have listened to your every command.
Lambs often wander so why did you ever bother.

Are we all figments of god's imagination?
Hoping to be more then an artifact
of humor, cynic and sinister.
Drowning inside a pool of hate,
wanting to see life before embreyo.
(Was life a soul or just my heart that pumping blood?)

-All my work like an empty page
so in my fear I dialed 333.

Should you ever be surprised
as your rage,
upsets natural order,
in haze of hell,
burning forever.

Pain endures,
courage that burns, the suffering.
Hope is bright and powerful
away...my volcanic anger.
answer my call....
...hello? my name is Philip Daniel Cook(probably not the only one). I was

wondering why seed through seed only lead to anihilation only to repeat in

infinity called time? Is there any heaven without war? Also can humans even know

their own faith, see me at all because I think he only sees that I'm just part of the

problem. So could he just save me the trouble of false hope and just send me to

oblivion. Do I deserve anymore, this sinner arrogant and egoistical just rid my black

soul before I start to believe in miracles.

There will be no more hope,
but I must keep going on.
Yet my strength is demenishing,
my life-force burns evermore.

You'll be asorbed by this pain, 
it's frantic energy,
to plague your heart,
digested in entirety.

Screams never heard
dial 333.
As I beg for you to hear,
God doesn't respond not a word.

Why did the angels recieve no mercy?
Fallen, pained and waiting for the flames.

The old world of miracles is now ruins of grandeur,
prayers in a fallen world.
-The little white fox shudders
feels rejection.
Wallows in his own self-pity,
vanishes away into a snowy log.
Sleeps alone in comfort.
With answers that never came.