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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Fighting God? God is not a “fighter”, nor is He a lover as is claimed. He is a coward lacking courage or compassion for the millions He has maimed. God sends in his “seconds” to pander to the minions, grand promises to sell a little taste of pestilence a righteous song and dance, the overpowering promise a lifelong trip to hell. So I must fight His devils God’s best chicanery the “whipping boys” of heaven “It was them – it wasn’t Me.” I tossed to God the gauntlet to meet me face to face to discuss his purpose for our failing human race. I’ve been told that I’m a sinner a blasphemer, even worse and if I wasn’t careful God would visit me - a curse. I fight God in the alleyways of winter’s frozen streets where too many sit in hunger with blue tinged freezing feet. I fight Him in the corridors where “learned” men conspire dressed in flowing robes beneath a phallic spire. I repel sorties by legions who attack us “In His name” tar us with the brushes of remorseful guilt and shame. Thus do I battle God’s malaise heaped upon mankind and wonder at each sunrise if God has changed his mind left us on our own to tend a failing garden left us in the darkness to watch the dead hearts - harden. And so I fight Him, every day for one of us has lost our way and if at times it must be Him I’ll teach the fishes how to swim. 2/1/2015 submitted to – Fighting God – Poetry contest sponsor – rob Carmack
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