The Tower of Babel posted 11/30/2008 9:10:24 PM | 0 kudos what's this?     report abuse tagged: poem, christianity

Exsecratus_Sicarius

You are my Angel
Sent from Above
We’re hopeful and thirsty
To receive all Your love

Numbingly silent
Our hearts growing still
Is it Your desire
To make us grow ill?

We seek You,
We need You
Must we be more clear?!
So tepid, deceptive, to ask from us ‘fear’

I wonder,
We wonder,
Our minds growing fonder
With Half Hidden Scriptures, no wonder we flounder

Who are You?
What are You?
And why the disguise?
Come out with it, damn you! -- Materialize!

You are my Angel
Though not sent from above
Your bloodline had ended;
Our thoughts from that great flood

Not white eyes
But black eyes
Cain’s features persist
That bloodline continues thus Man can’t resist

Our fathers, forefathers
Thus Inherited lies
We worship unjustly
Luciferians -- sublime

“Our Lord Savior Jesus”
[though he has many names]
The Master of Deception
Shielding us with the Cup of Fornication

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