BELIEF
When I wake up:
feeling transposed,
Why does god's rain.
Fall from my eyes,
And my nose.
The devil can bellow,
Then cackle the most.
While some of the time,
Wondering why god.
Choose me to make rhythm.
What past is the past,
The present is to.
It's no longer a crime,
To look upon God.
Left wanting
The same everytime.
You may think that it's odd,
What if our God is an atheist God.
I've often thought this true,
It doesn't matter if you believe
In him.
What matters the most,
Is if he believes in you.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley

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Written on 2022-06-16 at 00:45




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