To My Wayward Sons (Supernatural Poetry)

Hear My Prayer

I'm whispering sullen prayers

To an absentee god that's lost

Asking for hope and indemnities

For all He has broken and cost

Father, are you listening now?

Allow me to tell you a story

Of a thousand glory Seraphim

Against one rebel, that's me

A war, with my own brothers

We're supposed to be a family

Dare I hold together the colours

That you can't stop falling apart?

Can I promise to stop the horror?

And mend their broken hearts?

How ironic for my tainted soul

To be sitting in such a paradise

I'm a bloodstained being, my role's

Built on misguided paralytic lies

Our dear Father, who art in heaven

Can you hear the angels scream

For the sake of thy holiest name

As rusty gears commence turning

To resume an anachronistic game?

Holy be thy eternal kingdom come

With a thousand ivory towers built

From fallen feathers of my brethren

And their broken bleeding wings

Should I fight? Or should I die?

Do you hear purgatory reaching?

Give up the ghost? Persist to try?

Can you taste this world's ending?

Am I doing the right thing, then?

That's all I need to be answered.

Lord, hear my prayer.

Lord, please hear my prayer

Lord, graciously hear my prayer.

Father, please, I have got to know!

My clasped hands almost breaking

Like a sinner's final death confession

Requests turn to begging on and on

My lullaby becomes a mad chant

My pains turn to weighted stone

But...our Father has left us to be

And now in this chaos I'm all alone

This is the story of how I thought I was fine

But how my initial intentions turned

Into a wayward path with passing time

I hold the detritus in the anarchy I ignited

I lost all my faith, like my soul was smited

Give me a sign, I still badly want to believe

I don't have any aureole halos to receive

And when you didn't give me an answer

Or even the slightest vestige of an echo

That was when it burned, and I realised

That it was only empty hope I followed

A God that always listens...what a painful lie.