There is a God. I have seen him snap the necks
Of children and inspect their hollow remains.
Pushing past the sinews, there is nothing there.
No prayers clogging the arteries, stopping the rush
Of blood, a blackened jet.
Their mouths had not yet learnt how to
Form 'hail mary's'. Tongues twisted at the sound.
The syllables choke.
There is no use lying to a child who when asking
For God, finds only silence.
He is not interested in them. The purity sickens.
There's a boredom in innocence that causes him
To turn away. His eyes are better fixed on those
Who can praise him. The shallow whore who never
Thought her life would take this path. Legs opening
To receive the golden coins that her greed is attracted to.
The eternal magpie offerers up her soul, asks for
Deliverance, and God, being the greediest of all, basks
In her devotion.
This is worth listening to. Each prayer a pearl that he counts.
His own personal rosary. Saved this one, heard another.
He doesn't think about the thousands who don't know where to
Put their faith.
Children suffer eternally for their silence.
God suffers none for his.














Comments
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Hi, I'm Emily.
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'Forever we'll be crucified to a dream' HIM
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One piece of his heart for every tear she granted..
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Hi, I'm Emily.
Just one thing, as I am a major spelling wanker, in the third stanza do you mean, "Thought her life would take this path."? Rather than "live"?
Thank you for being a startling and thought provoking poet!
Sam.
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'Forever we'll be crucified to a dream' HIM
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'Forever we'll be crucified to a dream' HIM
God suffers none for his."
I really adore how you described the whore and God's reaction to her.
The poetry is so wonderfully worded, the descriptions are so amazing, it is a beautiful piece, despite the fact it's contradictory to traditional belief in God. It gives another angle to look at, and gives it very clearly.
Excellent, I must say.
"The Meek shall inherit nothing" (Zappa)
Your description of God as an unmerciful self serving entity rings true; and why not if you can bask in all that glory why give a fuck about the rest; they're just getting in the way; ruining his tan.
Seems very Catholic; is it a personal thing against that particular flavor of Christianity or just ripe with the right imagery?
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"No time for the old in and out; I've just come to read your meter"
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'Forever we'll be crucified to a dream' HIM
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