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The Way I See It

I don't understand the way you attempt to communicate,
Wild gestures blurring together on a bent knee.
The bible confuses me yet intrigues me.
A contradiction within a horror story,
Following the main character called Christ
and the antagonist called God, his father.
Cruel hand that could easily batter the human frame,
The body of Eve which he so carefully crafted from Adam.
He bestowed upon our shoulders the pain of love
and the beauty of sorrowful tears flowing down
pale cheeks, not yet burned by the sun's rays.
These are the stories and images made in my mind
as I flip those thin pages delicately.
This story is changed far too frequently,
no one can seem to stick to one idea without trying
to edit it according to their own beliefs and thoughts.
Their own morals influencing a religion older than they.
Can we not just silence our mortal mouths and combine
with our spirits as was destined by whatever power
Your wayward heart has come to rest faithfully in?
It's a sad and pathetic existence when we are killing
one another before God himself can do it with his sick pleasure.