The Salvation
Space is infinate,
we are but a tiny speck of nothing,
a little poof of dust in the galaxies,
but you cannot accept that,
a God must be up there,
waiting for your arrival.
Heaven is not waiting,
There is no hell,
death is there,
as a deep darkness with no end.
For it is like sleep only 10 times better,
Jesus did not come when he was told to,
because he is long gone,
into the dark peace.
It is like Santa but for adults,
so they can dream of a land where no corruption exist,
If a god loved us all,
he would have ended us long ago,
If Jesus really loved us,
wouldn't he have saved us all those years ago,
For we are suffering,
through chaos, corruption, and violence.
The bible was created by only a man who wished for fortune in his hands,
A attention seeking priest,
soaked in gold,
A passing pope,
who learns the secret of life,
If God is real,
then show him to me,
if God is real,
where is he now,
If God is real,
Where was he then,
If God is real,
then we are all dead.
Copyright © Skyler Mclaughlin | Year Posted 2016
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