Open Poetry #13 |
I Am The God. |
gremlin Junior Member
since 2001-04-18
Posts 25NY, USA |
I Am The God. You've lived in a lie, You're out of time. The memories sing fresh As you are about to die. Christ wounders around the room, So is the death hides with the moon. Have little patience The end is so soon. Your God is a sinner with a broken plan. His weakness and lies reflects in the man. He said he will save you, the question is when. When the dark night will be filled with the sun. When kids will have fun playing with a gun. When all the waters will be filled with your blood. When dirt and the mud will be flushed with the flood. Then you will say, "I Am The God." 04/29/01 Peace and love to you all. Stan. [This message has been edited by gremlin (edited 04-29-2001).] |
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latin passion Senior Member
since 2001-04-26
Posts 576 |
vivid and how true. LP |
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Ethan Halo Senior Member
since 2000-04-28
Posts 793on the roof again |
a little angry/frustrated with the faith? boy, do i know those shoes. this poem seemed on the bitter side, but i do like the questions it asks. i have asked one of them myself. the part about sitting around waiting to be saved, and labeling it faith... good luck finding your path... that is not an easy journey, but i'm glad you have the courage to at least give it a shot. an insightful write. "Many great relationships start or end in a bar. |
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