There was failure once In abundance Where trees were fruitful Where animals were playful Where humanity rested its head On the luscious ***** of created and Creator
Wrought with destruction Hellfire eclipsed Snakes, serpents, leviathans, dragons Eclipsing the sun where it stood in the sky Changing out the staff for a noose Hang thyselves, created Hang
To bite at the ankles To inject a great debilitator Break your backs, created Break Labor in pain Labor in vain Understand your place
A second go The desert showed There was no flora to be fruitful No abundance, but lack thereof The antithesis of the first Down to the outcome Perhaps a former so we can see the glory Of the latter
Out of desolation Came great reserve Out of desperation Came great determination Out of humanity Came divinity
This is one of the first religious poems I've made that I legitimately enjoy and stand proud of. I hope this tend continues.