A really twisted poem about faith that has been bugging me for days to write. |
-Lesser Hope I Believe- by Keaton Foster Standing upon Your mountain Always shouting God of fools Not I Why have you done Nothing upon my behalf Why am I so alone This skin and bones A prison of understanding Such a callous undertaking My hands are smooth Untouched My skin furious from within My mind unconventional At all times Lesser hope I believe I wish that was not my way But any other way would betray The very core of all that I A man with no plan Has become enslaved to I was born for this I was sentenced for life Convicted before any trial Deemed impotent Regulated and subjected To hellish interpretations Many of times was I Beaten black and blue With the good book With its words and weight Still I was unable to find a way The pain became more of a god To me than any other could ever be More perceptive than receptive I see those lemmings God you know of whom I speak Such absolute whores Crucified by your ways A dangerous game played I refuse to take any part I leave everything to you Lesser hope I believe Because it’s all that I know All that I can count on I won’t refuse the certainty offered How could I dare embrace I’m waking up Eyes widening Senses tingling I feel everything in my bones Wondering maybe I have no soul Maybe I have something else What that is I don’t know Standing upon Your mountain Always shouting God of fools Not I I have nothing else to say Finished is my way Lesser hope I believe So much less that for me There will be No coming back from The depths to which I’ve gone… Lesser Hope I Believe Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013 |