Beyond the Sky
I stand in the bliss--I've failed perhaps once this stamina hits,
Then the World won't adapt and collapse with the clamp of My fists,
But I manage a glimpse at a place that's been plagued and pardoned,
Of its wrongdoings that overshadows and fades to darkness,
In ways I've bargained--Asked for tithes, and forgotten some,
Even through pain I sacrificed My only begotten Son,
But it didn't stop you none, full of selfish antics,
So now I slowly back away from this helpless planet,
And now we panic!--I stay in the mist never out to bother,
Until My children finally realize they're without a Father,
Then the World caves in to further warn their presence,
And Good and Evil is on the verge of an Armageddon,
Cuz I'm tired of athiests and their pompous beliefs,
Two-faced Christians honoring me through comic relief,
Fondling Priests touching kids, which molds into profits,
TV Pastors with viewers putting dough in their pockets,
All out for themselves, so I'll ignite some fear,
But I'm so tired that I could sleep and it'll be night for years,
I'm that powerful--And sometimes rebellious, rude,
And make a victim out of YOU because I'm jealous too,
Try sighing or crying that will just tempt the weather,
Then cause a crisis all from making this one simple gesture,
With your fate in My hand, I'm controlling your deaths,
Can stop hearts from the thought of simply holding my breath,
You're God given--And I'm so glad and grateful,
But always remember: That I didn't really have to make you,
Cuz two people were fine, I didn't have to spread it,
But atleast after the sixth day, can I have the Seventh?
Not asking for too much, but through insanity,
You All stopped and dropped everything and ran to me,
The War and 9/11 left you all in doubt and pain,
Then I was again your usual household name,
But out of vain, so I think what if I slept awhile,
And let your sins blend in with the depth of crowds,
Miserable lives all for those who are maliciously feeble,
Meticulously evil and let diseases viciously eat you,
I'm tired of forgiven, what's an old Savior to do?
I cover My ears in hopes to miss a prayer or two,
My eyes have seen the ending, I've blinked, I've doubted,
But I'll give it 20 more years and I'll think about it.
"I want to know God's thoughts... the rest are details."
- Einstein
-Nique.
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Originally Posted by detremental.
