A poem to god.

Dear god...

Our so called humanity...
...is based on your frustration.
Pointless is the vanity...
...that brings us our salvation.
What you call profanity...
...is defined as our creation.
Sane is but insanity...
...for you are our damnation.

Poetry by Fisknils
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Written on 2005-07-07 at 21:07

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Though I have respect for the poet and for the creativity of the poet I have to say that this is dangerous. We damn ourselves with our selfish acts and hatred towards whatever or whoever we disagree with.
Good flow and meter.

StillHoppin The PoetBay support member heart!
i can see why you feel the way you feel, i think we have all felt that way at times, and yet i agree with chasingtheday on this one, that we damn ourselves a little more with every passing day. a legitimate thought you have here, but taken with the realization that it can't all be blamed on God. anyone who doesn't realize that s/he is capable of pure evil, doesn't really know him/herself. we are all guilty. what sort of God is he? The sort of God that would damn us? Or the sort of God that would not lift a finger against us, even as we nailed him to a post and stuck it in the ground, then watched him drown as his lungs filled up with his own fluids-asphyxiating him. Funny, he didn't draw the line at his own murder, but before long he will drawn a line to the endless slaughter we subject one another to on a daily basis. so, a good read, but there is always more than one point of view. you have presented this P.O.V. with skill. Respectfully,


chasingtheday The PoetBay support member heart!
a good short piece here, showing your thoughts on god. damnation, we damn oursleves i think on the journey. but such is the way of us, we learn.