Poems by me lol

Idk what to even call this lmao

A church. An old church. Surrounded by many new and unfamiliar buildings. "Stop!"

An older man shouted. "Why are you doing this? You of all people know what this means to us! To me!"

"You're right. To you, but not to me. Now let me be and let me finish what I promised to finish." Said a young man with a monotone voice. Adding a hint of annoyance and anger.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." The old man begged, with regret and fear oozing with every apology.

"Quit praying to some stupid "god" we both know doesn't exist!" He had never had such a tone or volume with his father. "Why are you so pitiful? Why can't you realize that there is no god? I can see it, your father saw it, your sister saw it! Why can't you just listen to me for once? Why can't you just be right for once?"

"Because I'm not like you. I'm not like them. I'm like both of our mothers. I cannot control you. I cannot force you to believe, nor can I force you not to. I can't decide for you. I can and will let you decide for yourself. And if you choose to stray away from the right path and take the left one, I will let you. I will let you take any path you want, but I will not however, let you destroy my church. It can be yours too if you'd like or should I say, decide. I don't care if you promised to tear down this church and change it into something more modern and popular. I won't let you." The young man was at a loss for words. His father had never been so stern, or right for that matter. He didn't know how to think, how to feel, how to speak. He was frozen like time had stopped altogether. He finally realized how caught up in his promises he became. How being popular and respected drove him down the left path. Then, he suddenly got down on his hands and knees, crying, and begged for forgiveness. For forgiveness from both of his fathers.

"I'm glad. You got out and ran back to the right path. Politics is a scary thing whether or not the crowd loves you. I'm glad I could be a backseat driver to your moral compass, but I don't think I can do it again. This church is yours now boy, treat it like any of the other building in this town. Even if they hate you for it, fight for this church with you life, that's what I did. I wish you the courage, willpower, and knowledge to keep this church going. You wouldn't want to upset your father, would you? You may not but I know, that we will meet again, but don't try and change that place like your city, I wouldn't like it." And with that he fell. Dead. Dead but smiling.

"He really did fight for this church with his life, didn't he?"