Wait in line
with the rest of the evil mongers
begging to be benign
so that you can extend your list
just a little bit longer
you believe you are the stain
needing... waiting to be clean
and you prove yourself correct again and again
everytime its vengeance you dream
yet you wait in line
kneel in front of your God and pray
and leave it all behind with a smile
go back and pick up the blade anyway
still you believe that you will be forgiven
giving you the license of repeated evil
but in the end it is you who will be forgotten
after the blood dries and the dust settles
it will be you that is forsaken
why waste your time
in the illusion of salvation?
when redemption does nothing
but fuel the fires of future guile
jerked back to reality
from my truth sermon
you realize that youve reached the head of the line
do you still want to be forgiven?
spread the word of your new revelation
"it is not me but you who have created the greatest sin
.....its absolution!"
1 comment:
hmmmmmm....people think poems=rhymes..
not neccesarily..
sometimes the rhyme in the poem may spoil its beauty..
this poem cud have done without rhymes..
i like the subject though.
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