Some say my God is a murderer.
Burn! Die!
Sword of fire slashing, swaying, sensuous against pure white throat
Stream of blood dripping, dripping, down down die!
Red roses fallen into hell, ravished by their Creator's hand
Withered, ugly, rotting for all eternity,
Once heavenly scent banished forever and ever
Amen.
May the crystal tears of their mourners water their memory
May the sweet breath of their followers sustain their words
May they be praised, and god be damned.
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Some say my God is an arrogant fuckwit
Do this, don't do that!
Imperious hand ordering, beckoning, demanding all to him
Come! Bring! Haste haste haste!
Feed my ravenous lust, give me the jewels of your flesh
Let me consume you, do not resist!
Or you shall surely die.
May we all burn in hell before serving His lust
May we all wither, unused, before feeding His appetite!
May all humanity be freed from His tyranny.
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Some say my God deserves to die.
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I say I deserve all blame, all punishment, all anger,
For I have defiled the precious name of my God.
I've sat here and heard and felt and seen all accusations, all misconceptions,
All visions of who my God is; and I've remained silent,
Pressing a middle finger against my mouth and trapping all inside,
Keeping all in me, presenting an image of hate and judgement and hypocrisy to the world.
'Why do they hate me, my God, my faith so much?' Stupid child!
How would they judge me and God and faith but by my actions?
I, a proclaimed follower of Christ, should know who He is best,
Show who He is best, be in the best position, His 'redeemed child',
His 'faithful lover', His 'precious friend'…
Who better to look to for knowledge of Him?
And I've displayed Him to be a murderer, an arrogant fuckwit,
A Being worthy of death
For that is what I am.
I was created from the dust, a creature of dirt,
The same dirt as you and he, formed by the same hand as you and he
You, me, we're all the same, of the same origins, for the same end,
Made of dust, returned to dust
A miracle created by God's hand and breath; all glory is His!
My soul was formed by Him, by His hand, by the same hand as yours,
I would be nothing by myself.
I am nothing by myself.
And as I sit here, pride knocked away, painfully aware of my position,
I feel his hand again, his touch on me, a ray of beautiful sunshine across a frozen cold heart,
Warming, softening, melting, crystal streams flooding from my eyes into His cupped palm.
His love surrounds me, glorious beauty, truth, and goodness,
Ten times more powerfully felt than before, for now there is no wall,
No shield, no arrogance to block it.
Praises fly from my mouth, unchecked, unchallenged,
Streams of red and gold flying into the sky, up into heaven,
Wild as a bird and bright as the sky,
Melting into perfect harmony with all of nature.
I cannot be silent any longer.
A/N: Mm. I was laying in bed, feeling sorry for myself cause I'm sick, and this flowed out of my now inkless pen. It's a lesson in humbleness, for me :). Full credit goes to Cherry Blossom for the creation of the word "fuckwit". The use of that word is in no way meant to imply anything against those here who use it; I used it cause it means what I wanted to say. Please review!