Make no mistake; there will be no forgiveness;
No voice can harm you and no hand will save;
Fenced by the magic of deliberate darkness
You walk on the sharp edges of the wave;
Trouble with soul again the putrefaction
Where Lazarus three days rotten lies content.
Your human tears will be the seed of faction
Murder the sequel to your sacrament.
The City of God is built like other cities:
Judas negotiates the loans you float;
You will meet Caiaphas upon committees;
You will be glad of Pilate's casting vote.
Your truest lovers still the foolish virgins,
Your heart will sicken at the marriage feasts
Knowing they watch you from the darkened gardens
Being polite to your official guests.
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Think of it as "a message of Hope."
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I suppose he was just being down to earth with this poem and sounds just a little peed off with everything just like the rest of us....Great write
sanity.
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I reckon it is how one would look at it. At one corner, I feel maybe the author is picturing what wouldn't be there if you aren't a Christian, and on the other end, it may be the opposite.
Anyways, I perturbedly like this, and I mean that 'perturbedly'.
It's a good piece that the author has written.
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Wow. Not a very uplifting poem...considering Easter is about Jesus' triumph over death and sin. I found this poem depressing.
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