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I'm tired.
Tired of everything.
I just want to sleep,
And never wake up again.

No, I'm not lazy,
I'm not running away from life.
I'm just tired of the world and myself,
And too tired to change anything.
Love has no religion
Nor does hate
But in every society
There is a rate

The superiority of faith
Over the many gods
All who reside in heaven
As we live between odds

If only our blood color
Reflected our skin
Then the religion we belong
Would be easy to pin

The devil in our heads
Plays the tune of hatred
And makes us believe
In other demeaning sacred

Fooling us to the extent
Where we **** each other
Regardless of who they are
Either it's the mother or father

A complete brainwashed
From the faith of love
While rotting in the prison
Then we hail our prayers above...

©sim
Hate no one, love everyone.
  I have not criticized any religion in my poem. Neither do I condemn or degrade any beliefs. I wrote this piece "Love and Religion" just like any other poem I write. It is nothing to do with my personal belief. If my poem somehow gave you a negative insight, then I am truly sorry. Thanks!
at 4:14 am
im still wide awake
imagining your body on top of mine
captivating me,
your large hands running down my fragile, tiny body,
claiming everything you brush as "yours".
at 4:20 am im still awake,
imagining myself on all fours,
your hand grasping my hair,
pulling it into that tight ponytail i wear during the day,
while you're telling me about how you could never resist me,baby. your words alone leaving me drenched and ready for you.
it's 4:30 am, and texting you:
"are you awake?"
Dear Jehovah  god,
I ask u to stay,
always in my heart I say,
I ask for your loving grace,
So that i may stay in place,
I ask for the pain i carry,
to be only buried,
I ask for your love,
that flies like a dove,
I ask for forgiveness,
of all my sins,
i let others win,
I ask for your guide,
to help the ones who lied,
I ask that you watch over all in your care,
and so that they might have a chance that's fair,
I ask for your strength,
Oh, Please,Oh Please,
Put this pain at ease,
Please forgive me oh Jehovah,
And in Jesus Name A'min
Oh Jehovah
hearer of prayer
For I am but lowly and small
I am only one
of your creations
I am so glad to know you at all

You are more amazing than I could imagine
more beautiful than gold
more divine than the finest diamond  
I am grateful to know

Please let
your undeserved kindness
Everything you have said
prove true
Show us what you meant for us,
let your Love shine through
As it is written
So let it be true
Let your will be done on the earth,
let your kingdom come soon
A poem for my loving living God
God is his title but Jehovah is his name.
When his son returns, people will no longer be sick and the animals will be tame.
Jehovah doesn't demand our respect but he does deserve it.
People praise him because they know that he's worth it.
By worshipping him, eternal life is what it will bring.
I love Jehovah because without him, I'd be nothing.
A poem about our creator.
so many ways we play the game
we go astray then we lay the blame
it's our way to weigh the shame
we say we'll change then stay the same

we should hate the game we play
knowing it's just the same we stay
it's our way to feign the way
looking for the place for blame to lay
I tried to use a lot of the same words in each stanza, but switched them around. I might try to use only the same words in each stanza
born with a halo shattered
human afterbirth in dirt
withered wings, feathers tattered
protrusions of pain and hurt

only an angel can be born
held by the devil's hands
flesh becomes hard, when its torn
only an angel understands
I wrote this a few years ago. I don't think I have posted it for a while
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