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prostituting God

Contributed by poorgirl on Saturday, 12th February 2005 @ 08:07:03 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems



Don't want to walk upon the water
Don't want to calm the storm
And all this talk about my father
And the way that I was born
Does nothing to help me now
As I hang upon the cross
I lost control of this how?
To explain I am at a loss


I hang here and dream..Dream of
whores and men alike..Dreaming of my Father
in Heaven..Sleeping between my bruised thighs...


But that matters very little
for soon it will all be done
a shout mixed with blood and spittle
the father has forsaken his son

I let this game go unfettered
Getting out of hand
A learned man in the letters
Gods son, the son of man


Never thinking about my welfare.
He gave me up raped my soul
And defacated for all to know..

God,Christ,,Are you right..

No.. don't want to walk upon the water,
Don't want to calm the storm
No wish to heal the masses
Lost sheep destitute and scorned


Son of man, one with the father
A dream and nothing more
A loss for all that matters
A lost ship, searching for the shore






Copyright © poorgirl ... [ 2005-02-12 20:07:03]
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Re: prostituting God (User Rating: 1 )
by Daniela_Maria_Violin on Saturday, 12th February 2005 @ 09:47:50 PM AEST
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very good write. Keep it up!


Re: prostituting God (User Rating: 1 )
by Loche on Sunday, 13th February 2005 @ 09:08:23 PM AEST
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*applauds your masterpiece* !Great work, I loved it.




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