*Just a little warning for you guys, this poem does bash religion. No, this is not how I actually feel towards religion, and this isn't who I am. This isn't meant to offend anyone, but I'm sure it will. (Sorry for that) But when you have to get your feelings out, you do. Again, sorry for any hurt feelings!
Take me away,
before I cripple with hate.
Before this talk of Hell hits me hard,
like a bat hits a baseball across the field,
even though it wasn't the bat's doing.
No,
it wasn't the bat that did this.
It was the figure behind it.
It was the leader behind his disciples,
that caused this.
You see,
the followers created this idea,
and maybe the idea is true,
but I feel only apathy towards that debate.
But yes,
it was the followers that started this.
They created the idea of Him.
They invented His very being,
and followed His invisible silhouette.
It wasn't like following a ghost.
Following a ghost is at least following an echo of someone.
No,
they invented their leader,
and continue to follow Him.
So maybe,
it was the bat's doing.
Now He stands behind them,
not the brave leader they'd created,
and watches them spread His word.
Take me away,
before His word reaches me again.
Before this hate overtakes me,
and forces me to my knees once more,
to dig up my buried struggles,
which I can still see through the dirt.
Take me away,
before I'm thrown down once more.
I'm not sure I'll stand on two feet again next time,
like a Grizzly bear scares off its predators.
No,
next time,
I'm sure He'll take away my legs too,
so I'll never stand again.
I'm sure next time,
fighting won't be an option for me.
Only coping.
But that won't last forever.
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Poetry 1.0 (Completed)
PoetryAll of these are poems that I've written, and they are sorted into the order that I wrote them, so if you feel some of them are amateur-ish or bad, read the newer ones, or even check out my newest work in Poetry 2.0 :)
