am i a sinner?

etheral ututopian world shaken to the core

carnage of murder,of kidnap and rape,they point that accusitory finger at all of which who don't believe

screaming their scriptures at soil wrought sinners.

Lucifer clinging to the vertigo feeling he wraths upon the mindless worshippers

 

laughter just roiling at their devotion to a blankfaced unjusticed god

sparing no spite against all imperfect but yet they proclaim it is love?

Perhaps the blind will never see the same as sinners seek relief 

or perhaps the latter prays to be wrenched down from this unknown heiarchy.

the eternal pretenious love for their celestial being they know not of. 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

Comments

aliyahviscantas

this is a really bad one sorry,i promise to get better 

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