Your made in "Gods image"

Preach, preacher, preach!

Because I tried to give thanks

To who ever made me

But the fact of the matter is

I still ******* bleed!

I have three sisters and two brothers

Who I never see!

Two brothers are dead

My sisters torn apart

Ripped from the love

Of their very own heart!

So how were we made

In the name of God?

Of all that is holy

Have we forgotten?

Why is it, in the Bible

That God always prevailed

And now, we beg and cry

For a way to not fail

Why are we waiting

Is it all just a story?

Of a hero that takes away death

And gains glory?

Who are we to be?

What are we to know?

When we take our last breath

And finally let go?

Is there a place after?

Or will we cease to exist?

Will our story continue?

Or will it be silent bliss?

We all were there once,

Before we were born

How did we come into

A world so torn?

And why cant we remember if we lived before?

How old are we really?

Could there be so much more?

So many questions

No answers

Just opinions

Just beliefs

Why do we judge

Other people on their grief

Or what comes after the fact

Because comfort doesnt have to be

Someone elses words

Against tear stained cheeks

So why do we fight so, for the words that we believe?

When that's just what they are, simple beliefs...

Forcing religion down the throats

Of those of us who are scared

Of the final note

Let us believe in what calms us

At the end of the day

Let us die feeling happy

Not like we made a mistake