A longer, way out there poem about God, Faith, fate, and what some of us must do. |
-Prayer Hands From Falling- by Keaton Foster Thy God above Foolish does this sound Prayer hands from falling Wondrous are those clouds Your final home Where you and many reside Your kingdom avoid of trappings Your wilderness devoid of sickness There are those there with you They belong But not I In this kingdom of bones Meat to be sown Rotting away like refuse Is where I truly am home All that is to remain This inescapable soul I must accept my fate What’s your excuse What did you do Was it all a mistake The perfect plan Spoiled by foolish lovers Those without sin Cast the first stone Those perfect my description Thus definition Were of course flawed Flawlessly I must add Flooding the earth Was your one chance But you refused to give up On such an unintentional idea Your actions Admirable at best But like all good plans Everything goes to shit The petri dish Has become infectious Spreading like fire From one life to another Driving them to faith Via an inability to explain What they don’t know They fear What they are certain of Such fear can be contained Placed upon the page Buried away in mind Only allowed to escape upon death Our end Such an infernal practice Creation, destruction There is little difference Prayer hands from falling Maybe they have stopped believing Not enough for damnation But rather contemplation Is there nothing but a swirling blackness And within such blackness Will we find those once loved Or will we find a deeper nothingness Will we find what we wish Or what you alone have prepared Well then Dammed be I The one man known to himself The one unafraid To ask what they won’t Strike me down Prove my point Or deny it outright Either way what I’m doing The questions I’m fueling Won’t stop Freewill The bitch cousin to everything else You gave it to me and everyone else And unwanted gift that we Those us brave few Have come to love To deny truth and question it Are one and the same You know that better than most I hope you’re proud of me I wish for you to understand Thy God above I acknowledge your presence Through my constant contention Prayer hands from falling You must do what it takes Just as I must question Everything that you have done… Prayer Hands From Falling Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |