A poem filled with wonder, from the darker corners of my mind |
Authors Note: Before you read this, I will tell you that I mean no ill thoughts towards any religion or person. I am not trying to heat up a debate, I do not care for your opinion on that matter. This is my poem, and My beliefes and my writing does not have to reflect on each indivisuals needs. If you like it, i am glad, if not, just leave me be. When i ask for feedback it is on my style, grammar, punctuation etc. I do not have the time or energy to break down my each thought to you. this is to be interpreted many different ways. Words spilling from these lips, Falling through My fingertips. Lost to the world is all we’ve learned, Every bit of knowledge we’ve ever earned. Unknown to us these hidden souls, Looking down on the misguided fools. Scripts of liberation held in the sky, Forcing upon us to praise their great lie. Who will keep these ancient secrets? All that they’ve left, for us to interpret. Is all hope gained burned to dust? No one left in this world we can trust? The scrolls of Time are caught in the mist, The Reaper inks his pen to add to his list. The eyes of the Maker are buried in sin, The Devil emerges that had once been held in. Dreaming the day holds the sun in place, The man on the moon turns his head in disgrace. Heaven devours the souls who’ve done right, The guilty and shamed run free in the night. |