The Idol
Look at me,above you all
Glorybound until I fall
With all your hearts to me you call
Worshipping this idol on a pedestal
Through ignorance you bow to me
Blind to truth,I am all you see
Your belief is my will to be
Though just a piece of rock,empty
Now a god born to your pleas
A sacrilege and blasphemy
You have spent your lives and energy
to make a chunk of stone become part of History
In the end you see me fall
Crumbling from my pedestal
It is too late for apostasy
For all of your souls you have lost
to me!!!
Copyright © Pat Mccoy | Year Posted 2011
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