Prayer Title: God, I have my own truth, too.
© Andrè M. Pietroschek, all
rights reserved
[Form: Doublets aka Couplets full
of Faithful Prose]
God, please lets talk about what
"we" have done.
My sins of the past, and my new
choice undone.
You've forced me back, unto a
"Barabbas' path".
So my creed's: Commandments up
your holy ass.
I had just wanted to live a life
which pleases me.
Your own ten demands only ensure
devils' uppity.
I wanted to be again what heaven
eternally denies.
We both know, too, only one of us
pays the price.
You ignored my prayers &
robbed Baby from me.
I face thy war betrayed of any
chance of victory.
God, you demanded what even God
did not achieve.
F*ck rules, heed the advise of
your remade Thief.
As atrocity triumphed no holy
Savior dares to come.
Still you grant luxury &
health to the worst of scum.
No unrepentant sinner could
shatter my faith in you.
Yet oh holy dictator you achieved
that, for it is true!
Academic science so-subtly
fulfills the Nazi-Dream.
Perverted mockery of human
society gone extreme.
Mortal Elitism, as new guilt makes
vile Devils rejoice.
You abandoned us, yet blame us
for each MF choice!
God, please enforce justice on
this, your planet Earth.
Because Mankind's blind faith
just made it much worse.
And if you, God, really hesitate
until that judgment day.
Know, too, that by faith in God
I've an evil God to slay!
Short before my departure from the
modern human race
A poem's found, and oh rejoice,
for it restored my faith.
In my weak moments an afar
stranger carried my cross
I once more remember the good
god, not the vile boss.
I cannot break my curse, and yes I
will die like all before
Yet still true to our good god is
the sacred oath I swore
And bro, thief's gratitude may
come like a subtle spell
For if you fall just pray, so
I'll steal your soul from hell.
amen
