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Oct 2013
Blessed be the death of me
The one and only holy thing I will ever do
Grant me the grace to save face
I loved you all but it's just too much
I've never seen divinity in your trinity
There is a holy war being fought inside my heart
There are wicked angels
Wearing fire halos flying around my head
Threatening to crash and
Burn my mind and
Inside out from my chest
An unwelcome spiritual dissent
I have no faith in your god fearing fathers
I will humbly halve my heart
For the lack of all healing
None of us are righteous rebels
We all stab each other with our sins
With grins on our faces
Great gleaming deceptive teeth bite
Tears tear from my eyes like paper
Rip the pages out of your bibles and
Write a brand new blasphemy
Vile sacrilegious lies with sight glaring
Irreverent immoral makeshift innocence
Devout glory for the ignorant many
Forced fury for the unfaithful few
Hallowed be thy name
Messianic pure morality
Saint sacrosanct
I pray to the sun to extinguish
Or explode to end my anguish
The only thing I truly believe
Is blessed be the death of me
Rose Alley
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Rose Alley  28/F/Englewood, CO
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