Poetry competition CLOSED 21st June 2023 7:56pm
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wallyroo92
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What if god was one of us…
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What if
I feel so much more
made of God's mistakes
and his tantrums.
Of His dumb ideas...
To the lighthouses that
take me away from the jetty
what I really am is a boat
adrift in search
of the rumblings in the belly of God,
blend the smell of coffee grounds
of any God!
But of His clay
is what I'm not...
God's got no faith to spare.
God does not believe
that he is one of us!
PAR
made of God's mistakes
and his tantrums.
Of His dumb ideas...
To the lighthouses that
take me away from the jetty
what I really am is a boat
adrift in search
of the rumblings in the belly of God,
blend the smell of coffee grounds
of any God!
But of His clay
is what I'm not...
God's got no faith to spare.
God does not believe
that he is one of us!
PAR
Written by PAR
(PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
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Messiah
Every day you show me
The meaning of love
By driving another nail
Through the hand
That healed you
Covered in a thousand scars
Only the Father can see
But I expose them to the world
Nailed upon this tree
I whisper in your ear
Beg me…beg me...
Beg me, won’t you...?
Two for my hands
Another two for my feet
Hang me up, so all can see
That I’m the only one
I’m the only one
Who will die for you
I’m the only one who
Will die for you!!!
BEG ME, BEG ME, BEG ME!!
WON’T YOU?! WON’T YOU?!
You’re so busy searching for
new reasons to complain
You never stop to think of the pain
You never think of the pain!!!
You never think of it!!!
YOU NEVER!!
God, take me away from this
I can’t stand it any longer
Take this from away me!!
Please, God, just take this away!!
You desecrate my house
You curse my name
And spit in my face
You call me a liar
You persecute my family
And try to drive me away
So ungrateful
I’d like to leave you behind
So unfaithful
Despite deserving to burn
I’m bleeding to wash away your sin
You deserve to burn
But I know how ignorant you are
Yeah, I know how ignorant you are
I know, I know, I know
Can't you see?!
Can't you see?!
I do this all for you?!
For you?! For you?!
All of this!!
HOW DO YOU THANK ME?!
HOW DO YOU THANK ME?!
CRUCIFY HIM!!
HIT IT ONE MORE TIME!!
ONE MORE FUCKING TIME!!
THE HAND THAT HEALED YOU!!
The meaning of love
By driving another nail
Through the hand
That healed you
Covered in a thousand scars
Only the Father can see
But I expose them to the world
Nailed upon this tree
I whisper in your ear
Beg me…beg me...
Beg me, won’t you...?
Two for my hands
Another two for my feet
Hang me up, so all can see
That I’m the only one
I’m the only one
Who will die for you
I’m the only one who
Will die for you!!!
BEG ME, BEG ME, BEG ME!!
WON’T YOU?! WON’T YOU?!
You’re so busy searching for
new reasons to complain
You never stop to think of the pain
You never think of the pain!!!
You never think of it!!!
YOU NEVER!!
God, take me away from this
I can’t stand it any longer
Take this from away me!!
Please, God, just take this away!!
You desecrate my house
You curse my name
And spit in my face
You call me a liar
You persecute my family
And try to drive me away
So ungrateful
I’d like to leave you behind
So unfaithful
Despite deserving to burn
I’m bleeding to wash away your sin
You deserve to burn
But I know how ignorant you are
Yeah, I know how ignorant you are
I know, I know, I know
Can't you see?!
Can't you see?!
I do this all for you?!
For you?! For you?!
All of this!!
HOW DO YOU THANK ME?!
HOW DO YOU THANK ME?!
CRUCIFY HIM!!
HIT IT ONE MORE TIME!!
ONE MORE FUCKING TIME!!
THE HAND THAT HEALED YOU!!
Written by Results_May_Vary
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Cult of Personality
They want to lead people to the promised land
They wish to build the perfect society free of damnation
But first they must cleanse it and be rid of all that is bad
Filling people with fear that they too may be a damned nation
They speak with charisma, with certainty, with power
But the message brainwashes and turns people into slaves
The masses buy into the idea of one deranged individual
And they follow their messiah blindly even to their own graves
The deliverer stands proud there behind the podium
Book in one hand, a fist in the other toward the crowd
Feeding empty souls devoid something they want and need
Nourishing egos with a sense “freedom” creating strange vows
The followers find a place where they feel they truly belong
Distancing themselves from reality, from truth, from humanity
They’ll fight to the death defending the reputation of their leader
While the false prophet rakes in the profits from all the insanity
Written by wallyroo92
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