Content Warning : Do you want to continue?
This poem contains content which some readers may find disturbing.
It is unsuitable for children or anyone who is easily offended.

YES
I am over 18 years old, I have been warned and I still want to read this poem.
NO
I don't want to read this type of content, take me back to the previous page.


deepundergroundpoetry.com

Your God

Did you feel Gods love one day?  
Did he stretch his holy fingers  
and leave you breathless?  
Did he transcend you  
through throbbing meat,  
and fuck you senseless?  
Now you smile and are forever positive  
as your God's watching your soul.  
You walk with an air of false reassurance.  
 
 
 
I once dreamt of a beautiful garden;  
orchards stretched forever;  
the trees fruits perfectly attended.  
Through these orchards was a figure:  
Dressed in black carrying a spade;  
a spade of times labours.  
His pace was one of solemn speed,  
but closer still he came.  
His hood was low and shaded him,  
but he had a face of distinction.  
His eyes were bowed and sky blue,  
carrying rivers of woe.  
The weight of more than one world  
were carried in those eyes.  
As he strolled closer still, i looked  
once more at his spade.  
Upon the muddy laboured head,  
sat not just brown,  
but dripping chunks of red.  
With each tree he slowly passed,  
the fruits were turning brown.  
His last step ended parallel to me,  
his eyes still gazing past.  
It was as if i was an entity lost,  
an observer with a soul.  
He breathed in deep and with a sigh, he whispered  
"My rabbits have lost control."  
 
He then lifted his foot to continue  
his walk of rotting apples.  
The moment his foot touched on the grass,  
flames burst in circular waves,  
engulfing him and all his perfection.  
 
I once dreamt  
and heard God's whisper.
Written by MrAlptraum (Mr A)
Published | Edited 20th Mar 2012
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 2 reading list entries 0
comments 5 reads 536
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
COMPETITIONS
Today 4:56am by NANCY_RDZ_STORIES
SPEAKEASY
Today 4:15am by Grace
SPEAKEASY
Today 3:33am by DCLXVI_1989
COMPETITIONS
Today 00:41am by Louismatteo349
SPEAKEASY
Yesterday 11:19pm by Ahavati
POETRY
Yesterday 11:05pm by Grace