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Fair warning that the following is salty, blasphemous, and should not be read in polite company or impolite company either. Probably more a rant than a poem.
The first time I was disappointed
I was probably a baby
Whose annoying crying was ignored
But the first time I remember
Really feeling heartbroken
I was three years old
I found a dead butterfly
And was hurt to realize
That the God I was taught to worship
Left this creature broken
Knowledge such as this
Was supposed to strengthen my faith
Teach me to engage in prayer
To beg God for mercy
But as it happens
I don't care to worship
A God you're supposed to fear
I gave up years ago
Giving devotion to a deity
Who wants my piety
But knows no mercy
Whenever I feel broken
And am fool enough to express myself
Someone feels the need to tell me
That this too shall pass
These words don't bring me comfort
These words are kerosene
Those words stir up my ire
My ire is the fire
To ignite their lily ass
~Cie~
I was probably a baby
Whose annoying crying was ignored
But the first time I remember
Really feeling heartbroken
I was three years old
I found a dead butterfly
And was hurt to realize
That the God I was taught to worship
Left this creature broken
Knowledge such as this
Was supposed to strengthen my faith
Teach me to engage in prayer
To beg God for mercy
But as it happens
I don't care to worship
A God you're supposed to fear
I gave up years ago
Giving devotion to a deity
Who wants my piety
But knows no mercy
Whenever I feel broken
And am fool enough to express myself
Someone feels the need to tell me
That this too shall pass
These words don't bring me comfort
These words are kerosene
Those words stir up my ire
My ire is the fire
To ignite their lily ass
~Cie~
Agreed. These things are sent to try us, offer it up, God moves in mysterious ways, it's God's will—ballocks.
ReplyDeleteIn all honesty even good times pass but nobody tells that! Time moves on but scars remain.
ReplyDelete- These words don't bring me comfort
ReplyDeleteThese words are kerosene
Those words stir up my ire
My ire is the fire
To ignite their lily ass -
Best stanza ever - well done