Posts Tagged ‘god’

Singular Purpose

Dimwits own the world
Damn the day they were given a voice
Dumbfucks rule it all
Damn the day they were given a choice.

“So much potential wasted
Contained in my low self-worth”
She says to me with tears on her eyes

I’m self-destructive
My arrogance is brutally honest
Fuck the god in all of us!
As useless as the one above this world.

My agnostic thoughts contrast my belief
How can I be another stupid atheist?
This knowledge cannot fill the gap in my soul
I’m feeling the fragility of being a human.

Share my story in order to gain wealth
Make me useful, sell my soul to y’all
I don’t care, take it, just take it all
Free me from this excessive freedom/boredom!

I cannot find my singular purpose
To rape all of you with my every lie
Come, come out and give me the choice
Maybe I need to feed the shadow inside.

To make peace with the demons that lurk
And accept the things I cannot change
I’d be bending spoons, but all I have is a fork
Which I use to stab the nerves in my brain.

Consuming Fire

Fill this tank
‘Cause it’s empty
You faceless man
You used to have a name
Not mentioned anymore
Cause I’m too proud
And I’m too hurt
To even repent.

I knew from the beginning that this was going to fail
You told me over and over and over and over again
But I like the mistakes in a flavor that I can enjoy the taste
I’m drowning but my arms don’t reach out to be saved.

Leave me alone
But (please) don’t forsake me
Cause you’re in my head
And still cannot hear me
Bit my tongue
Before claiming anything
My pride
My anchor keeping my under.

I know of your existence and all of your righteous ways
But this outcast found a place where hurt is heard
There’s no more trace of you in the present world here
It has become the thing that you told me I’d most fear.

If you don’t reach me, I won’t attempt anything alone
I know that I need this, but I need to see my worth
You left an imprint in my soul, enough to hold me back
But you forget to place a filter when the sky turns black.

The Invisible War

I’ve alliance with all the things I used to fight
Like a bad imitation of all that is holy and right
I’m running back into the darkness and leaning my head
Is like I’ve forgotten all of the suffering that lies ahead.

And I cannot save you from the hands pulling you in
And I cannot save myself because I’m enjoying this sin
And in my suffocated spirit i understand I’m doing wrong
But in my pride I’m being stupid in believing I’m growing strong

The mind is a prison
and the heart is a graveyard
and the soul is just weeping
Screaming “make me alive again.”

The invisible war
One that no one can see, hear, or battle, but you
Nobody knows the consequences of losing to it but you
And nothing can help you win it but your faith in the one above.

I’ve alliance with the darkness always surrounding
It’s like I’ve erased twenty years of always suffering
Why go back to the arms of the one who wishes you dead?
Is like I’ve forgotten all of the consequences that lie ahead.

And I cannot teach you the good in a way you could understand
Cause I refuse to believe in the promises lying at hand
And in my suffocated spirit I wish I wasn’t undoing all that it cost
For a god to give his life for a man who’s now throwing it away.

The many voices in my head
All the doubts that grows bigger
And my soul is still weeping
Screaming “make me whole again.”

The invisible war
One that no one can see, hear, or battle, but you
Nobody knows the consequences of losing to it but you
And nothing can help you win it but your faith in the one above.

It’s easy to ignore the things you cannot see;
Who can see inside us all except for the one we don’t believe in?
It’s easy to think we’re only doing what’s best;
What can truly purify if we’re not put through fire and to the test?

It’s best to see life like nothing is wrong with you
It’s the best evil master plan ever designed
Nothing to clean, nothing to fix, nothing to improve
But where to go once you have found out the truth?

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Transmorphication

When my transformation is completed
I will do exactly as my master has commanded me
When my reason and love are fully depleted
I will carry on with the plans given to me secretly.

For justice of man makes God look like a tyrant
And His voice doesn’t echo inside my soul anymore
And I’m so tired of being treated like a peasant
My job is done and it didn’t reap fruit from the floor.

When the noise in my head stabilizes
The message once given to me will be a sound clearer
When my heart begins to fall apart decomposed
I will make sure that my grasp is around your throat.

For faith in love makes God look like a traitor
And His hand doesn’t move more than for striking
And I’m so sick of having to apologize for my behavior
Having to get my hands dirty without ever good reaping.

Gray and black have such similar colors and shades
Enter the hunger, being susceptible, the bite and mistakes
It is my choice not to believe in those who betray
But a despot is a despot, no matter in what light is being portrayed.

I don’t expect many people to like this poem, but for those who know a little of history will understand some things that I’m saying here.

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Vantage Point

“Give us a ruler
One that is like us
One that is flesh like
One born out of sin and damnation
One that could die of starvation
One that hungers power
One to build us towers
For him to lead our holy nation.”

“In God we trust
For Him to do what we command
We don’t like holy wars
But only the ones that make us feel holier
So give a chance to other religions
Except for the one that makes us explode
We have tolerance except for those
Who would truly die for what they believe
However crazy we might perceive
So don’t choke on your popcorn
Cause this is going to be the bomb
In the meanwhile have some fun
Come grab a chair and enjoy the show.”

“Divide the land
This is not my people
This is not my family
These are not the ones I was born with
I won’t share what’s rightfully mine
Or let you take it away
I need a place to stay
A place to rest my tired head.”

“So grab your arms
This time our voices will be heard
This is a battle we don’t think of losing again
It doesn’t matter how many years
How much blood, sweat and tears are spilled
No matter how many are killed
We do it for the sanctity of our belief
For all we wish is to live in peace
Man vs man, this doesn’t make any sense
But we also have to come to our defense
I hope you believe as much in your God
As we believe in ours
I hope you’re ready to give your life for your God
As we’re ready to give ours
In the meanwhile pray in the night
Contemplate on what’s wrong and what’s right.”

“Us, “the innocent”,
In the middle of a war…
we don’t fully understand
Which side do we take?
Which people do we cry for?
To see a man murder another
Do you think we take pride in that?
Oh, I understand we’re a violent species
But that’s doesn’t excuse these atrocities
If the leader of a country
Has a feud with the leader of another
They should take it onto each other
And leave us civilians alone
I don’t see any leader taking a bullet
In these cases of hostages
All that I see is flesh to the bone
Bodies lying dead on the ground
And no one to be accounted for
Ripping us off from our human rights
Depriving us all from our precious lives
Dividing and conquering;
That’s the way of the tyrants
So I guess, for us is time to retaliate
So bring in the guns, the jets, and the tanks.”

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Sikhism

Giving blood just to stare at its quavering mouth slurping
Using flesh as bait, just to see its teetering teeth clinching in
You can sense all of the enmity just by listening
To the scraping noises echoing throughout the walls
In the obscure depths of the ghost filled hallways
At nightfall, when the moon bleeds, and the earth leans closer
The nocturnal beast wakes up from its slumber
All of the purpose conjectured comes asunder
Only to wonder what makes the muscles of this creature twitch.

I bet it feels like an itch that you just can’t get rid of
A curse casted by a necromancer or a virtuous mage
I don’t think we will ever find a true cause because
They were the ones who crafted the plot and set up the stage.

Behind iron bars cradles, the arms call out for their powder
The wound inflicted by daggers couldn’t determine their fall
To rise up the bars for those who craved enlightenment and power
But were not born with the mark and never received the call.

It’s the never ending hunger that makes a monster out of oneself
Like the rebuses of ancient spells held in flasks up in the shelf
One drop, one taste, any fool’s driven intensively, insatiably avid
As chains are broadened by muscles, the act is immensely vivid.

For the ones who are still lurking outside
There are four things you must keep in mind;
Do not feed the animal on display, locked in its cage
Do not stare at the prisoner in the eye, it’ll be enraged
Do not tease the beast with your treat, or you’ll distraught it
Whatever happens, do not confront it, or it’ll end in slaughter.

Natural instincts that ancient mysticism enforced attributes to
Whether this is a hoax to be proven false or a fact proved to be true…

I can’t help but feel awestricken just by the facts presently arrayed
Be overwhelmed by the cards I’ve been handed to but still haven’t laid
And thus the mystery lingers; can there be a hidden meaning under these sleeves?
Maybe an exemption from the enslavement of the five thieves?

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Stringed Cornea

Your name is shame
And it shouldn’t be spelled
Or even pronounced
What would others think?

My thoughts about you
Should be in complete silent
My need for you in secret
I don’t wish to be left alone.

My love for you
Should be reduced to minimum
Comfortable enough
For others to be around me.

My trust for you
Should come in second
Not to sound nuts
When I’m left empty handed.

My devotion should be banned
This world will forgive my sins
And not even give a fuck about them
To hell the one who died for me.

Love is a word of the mouth
To be felt on the skin
The heart is just a muscle
Ignore all of its mysteries.

There’s nothing out there
And there’s nothing in here
Why the meaning has to
Be so materialistic and mundane?

Help others only to feel better
About how good you are
Only to feel insulted
When someone points out it’s not enough.

The end of it all lies in here
The end of life lies in this line
No meaning but other than to be momentarily content
No reason but the self-reward
No on-going gesture, no eternal promise
No magic, no soul, no ever seeing what’s invisible.
Lock me up in this world’s biggest prison
For I say, fuck this world’s stupid rules!