Good Night, Oh Chidren of God.
How mighty is the word
that sounds in the halls of Man?
How mighty is the clergy that defines
the meaning of this Word?
Who are the people that speak
only in terms of this word?
Who dares speak against the word?
-------------------------------------------------
Devils and angels lost in the midst
of struggle, never ceasing to look
down upon their charges, Man, who have
already destroyed God with their science,
their might, their destruction of faith
in general. God is dead, all the papers
say, and, frankly, that is a good thing.
He need not be here to see us destroy ourselves
for the sake of a God of war, which God most
certainly was not.
Devils and angels, breaking horns and
tearing wings, nothing is left beneath you,
never bothering with us, but your own
ordeals are greater, we destroy ourselves
as you destroy yourselves. No hope in this
useless combat, no use in this hopeless
combat, no light at the end of a tunnel.
Be ready, oh lords of above and below,
for we started with God, and you are sure
to follow.
Devils and angels, screaming out in torment
what has this battle given you? Did you enjoy
tearing out the throats of your enemies,
smiting them with divine glory and light?
Was it good for you, baby? It sure was
good for me. You cease in combat and look
down at us, horror-stricken faces as you see the
weapons of Man, his logic, his science,
facing down upon you. Goodbye, devils,
goodbye, angels, now you have your leave.
Goodnight, sweet earth, and may we rest in peace.
-------------------------------------------------------
Years ago, in the land of my father
I saw the end come forth, when Man finally
pulled the last string, pushed the last button
and they were off, flying down down down
upon the unsuspecting village, the mute
and frightened child. The bombs of now
and the bombs of then, detonate, boom boom,
and gone in the dust that was once a child
is innocence of a people.
No hope in life for an afterlife of peace
only bliss or pain, young child in the dark
place, run screaming, run away, mommy
will save you, but she really won't. She's
getting high with her pimp, so, sorry,
but tonight the badman will come and get you.
Oh dark dark place, my closet, my hole,
little world beneath us swallows us whole
but it's still not enough when the bombs start
to drop, it's still not enough when Man kills itself.
Gone are the days of innocence, when a sweet
young thing is just a sweet young thing and not
a whore. When life is good and children are cute
and the nights are safe. Gone are days gone by
when you could smoke reefer in the streets
and still get high. When things were easy and the
streets deserted, save for the parade and the
specators. What once was is gone again, the past is
dead and changed, no world left but this sick,
sad shell, broken and beaten, as if raped.
Home is where the heart is,
placed upon the mantle again, torn from
the chest and lain there for some gruesome
charm that the home was missing. Wearing the
entrails of a fallen foe, or friend, or
something or another, this is my home, my
sanctity. It protects me from the end of Man,
the end of time again, this land that was my father's,
but still not yet mine. I watch as the bombs drop,
I swelter as the heat takes me, melts me, brings me back
to the grave of God.
I stand on God's grave, the first time I remember
doing so, and I look down upon the headstone.
A single tear, it drops from my eye, lands,
a flower sprouts. Upon the stone, I read a Word,
the Word that is mighty but lost to us, men, who
dare not speak it aloud for fear it may be true.
This Word of God's Grace, and beauty, and meaning
This word is Love, as Man can no longer do.
----------------------------------------------------------
It's not my fault you killed yourself
here in the land of hell, stupid little child
lay the blame elsewhere.
I tried to warn you
of the falling of the Word, the death of God,
and the Battle of the Ascended. I tried
to speak out, and tell you what was real, but
alas, stupid child, sweet young thing,
you're damned like the rest of us-
take it like a man.
right now
Adding your reply:
By Foolsworld