Rebelling Against The Almighty
The awful feeling tightens my vocal cords
that praised another god who never denied pleasures;
I abandoned faith and despised kindness:
it's time for God to show anger through ransacking,
taking away all favoritism and getting
a payback for disobedience and unclean living.
I've tasted death and cried with a constant sob,
did I merit such a punishment? I nodded and accepted
whatever God sent me and the woes were shame and agony;
ah! The day has come and I am stripped of all vanity!
What's the purpose behind this? There are people who rob
and murder inflicting pain on others; I pursued goals
not so pleasing to Him and gave in to the Deceiver
who stile the holiness I geld sacred and it cost me despair
and restless nights, until this violent storm stroke and battering waves
made me wreck before I reached my harbor: why was God so merciless?
Rebelling against the Almighty, it's not appreciating sacred life;
if our youth is a factor of rebellion: what causes such antagonism?
Fighting for freedom without imposed restrictions on anyone
is feeling invulnerable and ready to brandish deadly weapons
on the ones who are faithful and are showered with blessings...
as they bow in prayer and show devotion to Him who rewards them!
Rebelling against the Almighty has the harshest retribution ever felt
by a mere mortal who battles with His will despite the faintness of heart!
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2022
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