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This Classic Story

You hear my laughter, as you walk away.
Why should I chase after, someone who wouldn't stay.
You heard my reasons, yet you can't understand?
Is my opposition treason, to your unwordly hand?
I feel the blood, of the wrongly dead.
The tears that flood, through the lies you've said.
Your absent omnipotence, leaves us in calamity.
Your unknowing malevolence, oh how it hurts me.
Now we bleed, all for your sweet power.
On the helpless you feed, for you're the one who'll tower.
I laugh in the face, of those who say God is just.
Who put you in the place, to tell me who to trust?
This classic story, allow's death's forming.
I see all clarity, for you see pain as warming.
I still see violence, in this life of mine.
I can't help but wince, when the sorrow does shine.
Can't you hear, the misery as they cry?
My unending tear, will never die.
What can I do, to prove them wrong?
How the sorrow is true, in this sad song.
Here I remain, in shadow's growing wings.
Now they'll feel pain, that solution brings.
These tears, I've saved for you.
All these years, I've heard the sad news.
I trusted your ways, I followed your voice.
The sorrow stays, for you're the wrong choice.
I thought you'd help me, but I know you've lied.
But now I see, how those have cried.
I offered grace, I offered love.
I've seen your face, the pain I knew of.
All the lies, are now crystal clear.
My trust dies, for you use the fears.
My minds been sleeping, as I awake my heart's now weeping.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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