Revelation Poem (Christian)The EndRevelation Poem (Christian)6 days ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Soldiers running, death is coming
Bodies each bereft of their life.
Weapons rumble, death pursuing.
Horror strikes hold, fear takes control.
Hope disappears, I see just strife.
Evil's mask gone, darkness is here.
Men complete their injurious goal.
Order, peace, and future unclear
Death is done. our peace is now come.
Life begins again. Life anew.
I hear no more sounds of the drum.
I hear shouts of glory and praise
To the one whom our peace came through
Savior, Christ, and Lord for all days.
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Burdened with a gift Why? WHY!? Why have you burdened me with this? This... Thing that you call a gift. Why have you given me that which not even you can bare; why me, a mere mortal, no different than my brethren who stand before you clearly more deserving of the this "gift" than me. I do not deserve this gift nor do I deserve your presents. The only thing I am deserving of is to be sent to lowest levels of hell, and have my soul burned and tortured next to the one who betrayed you. For I know that I do not bare a soul to give. For I am man, and all men alike share the one thing that cannot be forgiven, sin, a sin that cannot be washed away, a sin that we all carry with from the moment we are brought into this world and from the moment you take us out of it. The sin of betrayal, the sin of forcing you to sacrifice your only son so that we may be forgiven. But deep down I know that even though you have pardoned us from the sins we have committed, I know that we all carry that one sin that we could nevBurdened with a gift 5 days ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Gilded GodsThe people pray to gilded gods they've made.Gilded Gods4 days ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
They pray because they feel their cause is just.
But little do they know they too shall fade.
As everything around them falls to dust.
For in reality, they do not care.
The people dying in the streets below,
They sit and watch, and mindlessly they stare.
For grace and love they never truly show.
For many wait for gold and pearly gates,
They hope they've earned a right to heaven's land.
They stand before the holy judge of fate.
But fools, they built their house upon the sand.
You argue over what you say is true,
But what if God does not believe in you?