Where have all the Gods gone
from yesteryear or days of yore
in their way back in the day
they were there to the fore
most were unbelievable
a plethora a pantheon
the rest of them incredible
one for each and all to pray upon
but did they lose face or their lustre
fall from grace mislay their magic
now long-forgotten
it's almost tragic
as no more crusades inquisition
worship ritual or sacrifice
goes to show religionists
can and will turn in a trice
and what was once believed
no longer holds thrall
yet everything in time succumbs
they all rise and fall
it's nothing new
today's will too
They knelt behind a photo booth humming
hymnals to a tooth-
decayed brand of gen X truth—
old gods' wants reclaim the youth.
Deities are Almighties,
Invincible are these;
Those with Obliging kin, like these
Shall be.
A gigantic statue of Buddha
slowly melts in a city’s outskirts in Thailand.
Lady Liberty slowly drowns into the Atlantic,
as New Yorkers writhe in terror.
Gods’ heads in the Easter Islands roll away
like marbles into the ocean.
Man’s history has been erased,
after destroying symbols that immortalized
his rich, historic past.
Gigantic, flaming mushrooms have carried
man’s history with them….
Long forgotten deities,
strewn across these lands,
broken by endless wars,
waged against darkness,
Last of them, a Pharaoh sits
upon a broken throne,
grey eyes widened in surprise,
even as his ill-gotten power,
grows.
Now forgotten deities,
strewn across these lands,
broken by endless wars
waged against darkness
Long forgotten deities
lay upon the ground,
bodies broken by disbelief,
long ago forgotten.
Last of them
a Pharaoh sits
upon a broken throne,
grey eyes widened in surprise,
even as his ill-gotten power
grows.
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False deities
Ignorance plagues many heart beats
Fake feats
Woe, false deities
Impostor's dead deeds
Spreading disease
Blind zealots walk preposterously
Woe, strenuous needs
Spoiling continents across the sea
Corrupted reeds
Entangle and drown us as we sink
Woe, anchored dreams
Vain is the cup from which they drink
Bitter sips
Help me find the missing link
Woe, tainted lips
True deity
Jesus Christ,
Separates the lies you see
Who else died for me?
True deity, third eye witnesses blasphemy
Jesus Christ,
Out of all your deities,
He was the only one who died for me
What do you need?
Loneliness
Behind your heart’s curtain
Standing defiant
Kneeling slowly
Flowers of hope
We have sowed in flesh
Withering
Under narcissistic necessity
In An atmosphere
Made for self protection
Clouds consisting of consciousness
Evaporating
Lost like empathy
Apocalyptic accusations
Fingers of fate
pointed
Producing
Stressful souls
Sharp words
Rip and tear
All meaning
That lives
When your eyes open
Let me burrow
To secrets
Held so close
Gasping for your breath
And dying for your life
Let me in
Anointed angels are alluring ambassadors
They are the saintly, soaring spirits, we all adore
Sent from heaven… the hills so high and holy
God seldom send them to tell us a surprising story
They are blessed beings with wide, wholesome wings
Angels are choice choristers, with solemn songs to sing
They never sleep nor slumber… always on duty every day
They are ever with us to hear our cry and croons as we pray
My Guardian Angel watches over me, every day and night
And the Archangels take over… engaging my foes in a fight
My comforting angels save me from sins, stains and sorrows
And in times of rejoicing they rally around me like rainbows
Angels are among men, performing pleasant and divine duties
They may be seen or unseen yet; they are our soul’s darling deities
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