Sorrow
06-14-2006, 12:22 AM
The following poem is very angry and was written at a time when I was fed up with the world around me.
Adam
On the day of 'Six' he sent us from above, to cherish all he'd done and to bask within his love. He sent us ten commandments and asked us to obey, promised that eternal life would come to us one day. But we took it all for granted, killed our fellow man so he sent his son to put us right but we drove nails into his hand. Now all there is is death, hate and rage and malice. Not a single one of us deserve to drink from his chalice. I hate this world we've made, corrupt and broke mess and the only shining light is the bitter sting of death. But heaven is an empty place, as very few deserve to pass through its pearly gate.
Adam
On the day of 'Six' he sent us from above, to cherish all he'd done and to bask within his love. He sent us ten commandments and asked us to obey, promised that eternal life would come to us one day. But we took it all for granted, killed our fellow man so he sent his son to put us right but we drove nails into his hand. Now all there is is death, hate and rage and malice. Not a single one of us deserve to drink from his chalice. I hate this world we've made, corrupt and broke mess and the only shining light is the bitter sting of death. But heaven is an empty place, as very few deserve to pass through its pearly gate.