Twisted 'round the frosted glass
Words remain a fault of life
To understand what is the past
And envelope true natures struggling strife
Darkness bears the only light
For those untouched by false conversion
Figures pass all clothed in white
To hide their silver crossed perversion
Haunting statues scream from the corners
Artworks made for condemnation
Empty words from one-hour martyrs
Begging for their weekly affirmation
I sit and watch and wonder why
They waste his time with their prayers
While ignoring his sole request to try
To show a child that someone cares
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Written June 23rd, 2006
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Very sweet!!...loved the rhyme...and also the vivid interpretaion...'To show a child that someone cares'...loved this line! Awesome write.
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Excellent
This is definitely a very interesting approach to the subject of religion. And so full of truth too. -
Its quite complicated, I like that, poetrys not good unless you have to figure it out. well done
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I am a witer, not a critic, but I enjoyed this piece. The last verse struck a chord with me. Thanks, Larkin
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