God and his iron hand,
His pride on his filtered love,
His scorn for the stray who feels,
The stray who knows the system is a sham
Oh God's ever-pouring love,
A love that only adores obedience,
A love that seeks to reward repentance,
A love that echoes the greater purpose,
And the purpose that has eluded mankind,
The paradoxical purpose,
Most known and the least understood
Oh, it fuels the quest, doesn't it?
Lest the mystery be unshrouded!
Oh, if the mystery be demystified,
What rein controls peasants?
What makes them act with love,
If not the fear of anger?
What greater purpose,
Than the one that instills fear of a future,
A future that is known only in yellowed pages?
The future where everyone has to earn their place,
Love only what 'The Almighty' deems natural,
Worship Him in the way that pleases Him,
Fall at His feet for every trouble you face
No promise, No reassurance,
Just do as you're told,
And the future will be fair
So the humanity strives for that forthcoming clemency
Such is the persuasion of that eternal pardon,
The eternal shrine where no harm entails
That mortals feign cecity,
Living in a land of depraved debauchery.
It is the future they fear
Why, yes, the all-powerful future
That time in the life of every God-fearing human,
Where they shall be tested,
For them to enjoy the fruit of eternal indulgence
This stray only wonders as each day the curtains are drawn,
Can't these artless earthlings truly understand,
That heaven and hell is this cycle of living?
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A budding writer's collection
PoetryJust a bunch of poems written as and when I feel to write them
