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The god that failed?

from DeeJay - Sunday, November 16, 2008
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Yes I know that this is really really shitty. Yes I know that it's not really a poem. And yes I know that the stupidest part of this is actually posting it here. I just thought you know, maybe someone like colden might get it.

If god is really there,
Why oh why can’t I see him?
When I look to the skies,
Or I wake late at night,
I see nothing in times when I need him.
Am I all told just an ugly creation?
So he ashamed must hide his face?
Cause when I’m lost to myself,
Or I cry out for help,
The silence confirms that my plight remains.
I look for signs I’m mistaken.
I look to heaven, hell and the space in between.
I look for something I lost,
Amidst the fears you have taught.
And tell me, why must I believe in what I haven’t seen?
If god is really there,
Why oh why can’t I feel him?
I feel the joy and the pain,
From the choices I’ve made,
But fatigue is all that I get for kneeling.
These lifeless rooms, these empty streets,
Mirror the soul that as a child you hollowed out.
And the answers he provides,
Were paid with your children’s minds.
Now is it any wonder that I follow my doubts?
I wish for a warmth that won’t reach me,
I wish for a father’s love who never existed.
I wish all the lies I’ve been fed,
Could be erased from my head,
With the youth where your dead fantasies persisted.
If god is really there,
Why oh why won’t he save me?
See me stumble and fall.
See me struggle, see me crawl.
See him fail, this god that you gave me.
Too long I choked on your pills.
Too long I blindly swallowed your venom.
Now if the ghosts of your voices,
Leave me these two choices,
I choose hell, not your fictional heaven.
I curse the stars that fated me to you.
I curse those poisoned words that once I ate up.
I curse the days and nights,
When you covered my eyes,
And I curse the god that you made up.

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from colden
Sunday, November 23, 2008 - 17:29


 Hello Dee Jay, pleased to see you! I'm verry glad that you've posted this, your eloquent expression of such intimate thoughts and feelings took a lot of courage! I tend to lock things away in poetry for safekeeping. your words have dredged this up from the depths. Enjoy it or trash it;)

 Driving pounding worship the beast.

 Hear the music feel the power.

 Dance with us in our final hour.

 To all who serve the empty throne;

 There's no God but us, no power not our own.

 Slaves without master, bound without chains.

 Eschewing lifes for after life pains.

 The freedom you seek is not mine to give.

 For you alone have the power to live.

 Choose life with me now, no more regrets.

 Cause after you're gone we're not taking bets.   
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from It's official
Saturday, November 22, 2008 - 13:37

god is dead.
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From Benito Mussolini
Saturday, November 22, 2008, 16:54

Prove it!(reply to this comment
From nah
Saturday, November 22, 2008, 18:22

lost interest (reply to this comment

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