Star Struck

Religious (4)

[[A/N: This is probably going to make no sense whatsoever, and its as long as the grand canyon is wide, but just to warn those who read this--if you understand anything of it, it covers a sensitive topic--religion. Feel free to skip over this if you don't went to read it, I won't judge you.]]

{Prompt: Write a poem to someone and use literary devices such as repetition, imagery, etc}

Lay in silence,
close your eyes,
drift through the great beyond.

Watch as we kneel next to our beds, clasp our hands together and pray once again.

Why is it that people believe so much in you, when no one in current generations has even met your presence? Are we to imagine what our vows to death will be like, what will happen once we marry your holy spirit, bathe in the sacred waters of your being

Purposefully you watch us crumble and fall, break bones and cut liver, hell half the time--yes, I just said Hell, do not crucify me and label me as a sinner for whom you so died for

You watch us from up on your pedestal, your throne that you sit on

Occasionally you get up and open the bible to Romans 1:26-28, the page number easily remembered in your mind who has never forgotten

Who said you could decide who we are as individuals?

Who gave you the right to declare what is right from wrong and press judgement on those brothers who slept with other brothers?

There is not a trace of you that history can explain, but we are to believe that you are the holy spirit and it had always been that way--no its, ands, or buts about the situation

Do you silently crack whips on the angels who spill blood and shed feathers, crying that they love you and pray that you always watch over them, bless them forever more and keep their sins at bay

When people down "there" break their backs to make a living, to survive with their last crumb of bread and hope that another person shall share another, do you find pleasure in seeing people suffer?

Pleasure in seeing the displeasure of those subjects which have been praying on their knees for countless years. What is holy is described by many as your name. God-

God is a word bound by Heaven, a name given to you by someone who accounted for you and made words on paper live and breathe, give LIFE to the scroll in which we cut down our Earth and killed many of Mother Nature's brothers and sisters who have done nothing wrong, but apparently are the "chosen ones".

You are only real in the minds and spirits of those who believe in old scriptures and documents, and though you might be festering in the minds of us people who were born sinners from the very beginning

You only become real when someone looks for a pathway, for something to believe in to make them feel sane again

You are only real when we brothers and sisters turn on one another and shout

IN THE NAME OF CHRIST!

But how come you don't
Appear when you are needed
When you are wanted

When I get down on my knees that have burnt through the pillows on the floor for I have been sitting and praying for decades--where are you?

You are no where to be found when someone needs you the most.

You are only here so humanity may suffer.