Hey guys. This poem is technically from my most recent anthology but I wanted to post it anyways. Pretty dark but religiously inspired. Hope you guys enjoy.
A holy cup of wrath that makes clergy tremble
A crash from the hills will make the earth rumble
The heavens, the land, entire nations will shake
The seas will boil and every human will quake
A day of much trouble, distress, and desolation
Darkness, gloom, destruction, obliteration
Blood will be poured out like dust and like dung
Clouds and thick darkness will poison every lung
All the stars in the sky will eventually dissolve
Lest plagues of annihilation inevitably evolve
The sun will be blackened and the moon will not shine
Anguish and ruin by the creator’s design
Let the earth be devoured and all mankind smothered
Bodies strewn from one end of the earth to the other
Prophecies of extinction to instill ceaseless fear
The day of the lord is near
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I will not harm you
For wearing a shirt of wool and cotton
I will not stone you
Because of the sabbath day forgotten
I will not force you
To marry the man who raped and hurt you
I will not hate you
Because of sins that did subvert you
I will not strike you
Just cause god says it is justified
I will not beat you
For your love of women you’re ostracized
I will not slay you
Just because the lord says you're my foe
I will not kill you
Just because the bible told me so
Been digging through old works again and I’ve been finding some good gems that I’ve forgotten about. This was me experimenting with multi-part poetry.
The self service checkout church
has levitating tithing bowls now made of solid gold.
No matter how much money you put in
you never get anything of value back.
I hear it’s more appealing now in design;
it replaced the landfill after all.
All the most charismatic garbage can be
found conveniently at your local pulpit.
An indoor cafe, overpriced musical tickets,
a church bookstore. Any way to suck you dry.
Hypocrites penning divinity with bile in every breath.
It’s a casino with no slot machines and no prizes.
I’m going to hell apparently.
Not the one of fire and brimstone though.
It’s here where the choir members, the pulpits,
the overused hymnals latch onto your flesh and won’t let you leave.
Jesus was not a wise person.
He didn’t know the heart of man well.
If he did he wouldn’t have come back.
He would have stayed locked in his tomb: dead forever.