She put her knees on the floor
Her fingertips to her nose
Her eyes spilling faithlessness
And uttered a strange cry meant to implore
Someone she had never felt before
In a way that made her feel dirty and shameful
But when push comes to shove
She looks for a way to change
So today, she prayed
“Today I woke up looking for hope
But found nothing in this waste of space inside myself
And nothing in these people, these things,
Treasures that mean nothing on a day like this
So I bounded my hands in a shriveled attempt
To open my eyes, to see where I’m blind
I thought maybe this could give me something
To keep a hope in, like a butterfly net
But the holes
There are holes in hope’s damn door
And I find myself feeling jaded
For hoping that there would ever be more
Beyond a world like this.”
So she cried and she cried
Feeling betrayed, exhausted
Wondering how people pull their answers
From a candy-painted sky
How nice it would be if they’d care to explain it
Bones of faith built up on utter lies
So she closed her eyes
Swollen and shaken
Understanding and empathizing with the masses
Who were able to lie better to themselves
Than she was
“The truth is an ugly thing,” she whispered
“It’s an ugly thing when embraced
Unlike the pretty lies we fancy
Tucked underneath our fervor dreams
But when the two are face to face
It’s a difficult thing to explain
Like seeing yourself inside two mirrors
Where they once were solid
And now only the cracks remain.”
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Alright, just in case someone sensitive somewhere somehow reads this and takes offense, this is not bashing religion. O.k., well maybe it is poking fun, but what with the hypocritic title and all you'd think it wouldn't matter. . ., but that's not the point of the poem!
This poem has d33p m0raL VaLuEs!!!!!!! BELIEVE IT! At least the last part. So, there. I had fun writing this.[/endwhitetext]
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Intense.