| a/n: may be offensive to those whom believe in god |
people crawl,
and they sob
over a god
[ over a fraud ]
all a myth, everything
everyone is blind, no mind let be,
"lies upon lies," the book feeds
if there is a saint
out there, who is to say
"I am the lord"
"I am the man to give up for"
how dare he?
the nerve, the audacity
he who is our "lord and savior"
let those with no worse behavior
suffer in the dirt
of the earth
and the ones in no denial
lay upon their beds with a smile
telling me I will burn after death,
but who says I'm not already dead?
HAHAHAHA,
OH,
I'LL BURN IN HELL, I SWEAR,
AS IF I'M NOT ALREADY THERE
YOU ARE READING
art/poetry
Poetrytrying to turn my constant longing, lonely bitterness into poetry so it can be just as pretty as it is ugly (art: Beth Hoeckel) A.P./poetic- © all rights reserved
