"When do they send children to talk to god?" Poem writen yesterday

[bunnie420666]

The Jin's death dagger is near
he begins to plead
he neal's on the floor
wining for an answer
waiting for a knock at the door
a product of his life he made
realizing only his children can be saved
lies taught by him through his parents eyes
he stands up and begins to cry

everyone steals there way through life
that it seems is not an excuse
only the answer to the life we all mis-use

The ring at the door
he awakens from his own self pity
finding his heart again bleeding at the core
eternity for him is finding his selfless sore
but he is rotten and will always want MORE

To whom he will wonder is at the door
Is is death? Is it magic? Love or lust?
the pain of not knowing will bring him to a bust

None of the above it is to be
It is his children
he lines himself in stages of pain
mirror image of the mark of Cain
who isn't to blame
for all the false fame
and so his tears fall without internal reflection of his shame

leaving all his deeds shallow and lame
looking up out of instinct-ed
he whispers to himself, "when do they send children to talk to GOD?"