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Rated: E · Poetry · Adult · #1986482
A longer, way out there poem about God, Faith, fate, and what some of us must do.

-Prayer Hands From Falling-
by Keaton Foster

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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.

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