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City of God

Flickering candel light

Cascading onto the floor in front of a statue of Mary and her son

Red and blue light shines

Randomly outward

Casting obscured shadows from the pews

The smell of insence fills your senses

As you stager deeper into the incandescent darkness

Before God you kneel down and beg for forgiveness

Plead for acceptance and swear to do right

But in his eyes, you are a son who has broken every rule

Disappointment and silence becomes your treatment

As his punishment goes undecided

You scream “forgive me”

But then you realize you have been commanding it,

Not being sincere

 

If this world becomes tourn apart,

And judgement is let out to the land

Those who are sinners and non believers

Those who served in his name,

And those who were righteous

Where would you be?

Sent to hell forever

Only to wage war on the City of God that night

Hand picked among the countless number of souls

But in greed you failed your duties God had gave you 

And became an enemy of the world

But before those gates,

When youre begging and pleading for forgiveness

Realizing that you are next in line

Hold up your heart only to be declined

 

Take a picture of heaven in your mind

To remember it when you arrive

Down here all you get is misery

Burning flesh and symptoms of every disease

Knives in your sides at night

And memories of regret and heart ache

Will remain in your eyes forever

I will read you your every sin

Line by line

And point out every flaw in personality that you had

 

But take this advice to your heart, well whats left of it:

            “You will never be with God

            He has no need for you now

            You have lost your chance,

            So drop all thought of hope

            The City of God has locked you out

            And the eys of God have fallen blind to you

            His ears of God are now deaf to your prayers

            And his hands become powerless to save you.”

But me, I am different

I can give you a second chance

A chance to go back and change every little thing,

That you have ever done wrong

Live your life over, not knowing about any of this

But fully believing that there is a God, and there is a hell

Would you like that?

The choice is yours

 

Give money to the poor

Help every elderly person you see

Buy cookies from little girls,

That you know you’ll never eat

Never, tell a lie, even to save someone from pain

Talk to God every day

Help everyone you know in every single way

Donate all your time and money,

To charities that don’t concern you

And achieve total clarity…

Never feel greed or lust

And save the greatest sin for marriage

In this world you may find it hell itself

But it’s your only chance of redemption

It’s your choice…

 

— A. M. Painter, Jul 10, 2007

Critiques

weirdelf

weirdelf

18 years 11 months ago

If I wanted a sermon I would go to church

What follows is at your direct invitation to comment. Otherwise I would have kept my silence. This "poem" highlights all the ugliness, self-righteousness, divisiveness and hypocrisy I hate about religion. I could have written it myself but the spelling would be better and it would have a caustic punch-line. Or perhaps I miss your subtle irony, is the poor spelling supposed to highlight the ignorance of people who actually believe this drivel? And yes when I die if I face a judgmental god I will meet that prick armed with a half-brick cheers, Jess
AP

A. M. Painter

18 years 11 months ago

i dont get it, what did i do

i dont get it, what did i do to change your mind? and is this ur honest opinion? i can take some criticism. a. m. painter
weirdelf

weirdelf

18 years 11 months ago

you didn't do anything

I just re-read it again and again. The work itself made me do it, which is high praise. I am still not sure if this was a piece of ironic brilliance or a moronic sermon. Really. cheers, Jess
C

Conect11

18 years 11 months ago

hmmm

if this is indeed ironic, and I'd have to hear your voice inflection to know, then it is a gem. Along the lines of "Jesus He Knows Me" by Genesis. Some technical aspects to keep in mind: To rebel against God is typically not becoming an enemy of the world, rather to align with the (typical) world. (view) You may want to take the comma out after "never." All in all a good contrast between most "Christian's" view of an angry, vengeful God, and the reality of God's compassion and unending forgiveness of us. Mark

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