This poem is dedicated to my good friend, Liz! She is deeply religious so I think she will love it. <3
Who said God was just a man?
Sitting forever in his Pram.
Prim and proper, seats alright.
Right amount of padding to keep things alight.
Burning book held high, shows devils bright eyes.
Cunning is he who plots for life.
Sacrificial lamb walks to its fate.
Noose about neck, it's just too late.
Dawns full might shows off it's scars.
Dragged and drawn, amongst the stars.
Orions belt wont hold together.
Fat but not sated, devils want forever.
Humans grieve and grovel, above and below the angels and fallen.
If only we could just own our own sphere.
Enjoy the time we have together.
Not fear what came before, nor after.
Death is final.
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