Elon Musk says we live in a computer simulation.
So ~ not in God's creation?
Just a game, programmed by a computer nerd?
Is that why all of our prayers are never heard?
And why the rich and the evil don't fear eternal damnation?
With all the Gods who've been and gone
religiously believed in and prayed upon
for sure Thor was but one
but who'll be the next to come along
will we sing praises to him it or her
faithfully erect an edifice to edify
incense burn sacrifice virgins
bow down on our knees to deify
will fire and brimstone or flagellation
appear in the equation
with the promise of heaven
and/or eternal damnation
and aping man's superstition
followers will still flounder around
looking for what they know not
along with the herd awaiting 'The Word'
The embers of my bitter revenge burn low,
and I'm left with lingering anger and disappointment.
Their hatred for me doesn't approach
the profound self-loathing that plagues my existence.
In a final, desperate plea, I raise my gaze skyward.
Even though I have been shown little compassion in my life,
I implore the divine power of God,
a figure known for his mercy.
If the gates of Heaven are closed to me,
where then do I go when I step off this cliff?
Does my damnation await me?
The decision is made.
I shall surrender to the flames that burn within
and embrace the infernal fires of Hell,
where warmth awaits to thaw my numb heart
and eternal damnation grants me respite
from this world's relentless torments.
I leap.
This is my choice, my final act of defiance
against a world that rejected me from the moment of my creation.
Just as swiftly as life had been bestowed upon me,
it was snatched away, like a candle flickering briefly
before being extinguished forever.
the underworld rumbles and summons
beckoning in groveled whispers
with undertones of shady pretenses
haunted by gods and demons
who brazenly wave their book of souls
tormentors do the dirty work in afterlife
meanwhile here kings and rulers
wealth in pocket pauper in heart
build their towers to climb to heaven
every last of these towers of babylon
will one day come apart at the seams
they’ll disintegrate and fall to dust
greed and hate and malice
feed self-fulfilling prophecies
of wars designed to never end
man’s self-destruction on auto-pilot
will one day rise their corpses from fetid ashes
and lead their crusade into eternal damnation
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fearful he rose from the ashes of hellfire
singed skin scorched soul and blistered mind
his heart full of charcoal burdened the flight
yet carbon cinder fuelled an escape route
from the trajectory of death or eternal damnation
when a tiny glimpse of ember cast hope
of renewal change growth and survival
he gave in to the vital force of the universe
and embarked on a miraculous journey
imbued by restoration gratitude and love
bots are not real
friends
a “I” has a soul
bots are not good
buds
you cannot see
their eyes
thus
their highs
and lows
programmed to be
informed
about the kids
whereabouts
and find
what lurks inside
stay out
of the light
with
a shadowy din
a bot
not unlike
a ouija board
could be unobviously
a familiar
spirit, a lesser god,
a demon
hidden within
tin
AI, artificially
intelligent
put your money
on the other guy
the way
truth
life
The Creator
I am not a bot
you are not a bot
you’re of a special lot
one not made
by human hands
but held
in high regard
saved
by a sacrifice
a bot’s
headed for
the junk pile
and his spirit
for eternal damnation
depend not
on the oil can
if
the mouth moves
you
might fall
for
its deception
When the tar-soaked rain cascades from ominous clouds,
And the oceans roar with Poseidon’s might,
As the screaming ground heaves beneath your careless feet,
Will your deadly heart remember the last 39 minutes of my life?
When tears stained my scarred cheeks,
And I cried out to the heavens, scrambling for your hands,
But you ripped them away, leaving me to stand alone—
Knees shaking, feeling so frail,
Begging, pleading, breaking.
I can no longer taste hope,
Nor feel the warmth of light ignite my dreams.
Darkness swallows me, piece by piece.
Still, I called out your name, but only silence reverberated back.
I could feel Death's bony fingers wrap around my neck,
His black cloak covering every bit of my flesh,
Barely able to utter a sound,
And only the dying color of my eyes piercing through.
I look in your ruthless direction with fear,
But you turn your callous back toward me,
Letting me succumb to the pits of despair.
As my heartbeat stops and death takes its toll,
My spirit curses your unforgiving soul to eternal damnation.
Locked within the confines of my mind’s dark cell,
Both convict and captor, a self made hell.
Each thought a shackle, every memory a bar,
Confined by my own mind, a prisoner of psychological scars.
In this self-imposed exile, I am utterly alone,
A solitary figure locked in a world of dark, cold stone.
Forsaken by hope, abandoned by light,
I dwell in the shadows, a prisoner of everlasting night.
These lonely walls echo my silent screams,
As I fight with demons, trapped in dreadful dreams.
I reach out for redemption, but find none there,
In this self made prison, my remorseful soul lays bare.
For I am the architect of my own demise,
Sentenced to solitude, beneath storming skies.
Cramped within the confines of my own creation,
Condemned to a life of eternal damnation.
Denying reality not to feel guilty,
doesn't mean being free of misery;
he sits alone and grumbles, he detests
the pathetic glances they flash at him!
He fills his tall glass to the brim...
and spitss out all the untold truths!
Losing what was dear to him is another piffle,
a thing without value that suggests intimidation;
what makes him happy is aiming his sharp rifle
to threaten who doesn't share his conviction.
Some shut their mouths, many run;
dying at the hands of a violent man
may take their life as he pulls the trigger,
turns into a beast, shouting with anger.
Has he ever read the Holy Bible that forbids murder?
Punishment doesn't apply to him: he's the predator;
and he punishes whom he thinks is responsible
for his misfortunes and loves to see him tremble!
The predator will face the Judge and the Jury,
they will convict him and throw away the key;
ah, taking a human life is eternal damnation:
there's no escape from such condemnation!
A dark angel writes in the air,
“There will be no tomorrow for you.”
Then puffs of shiny cloud ebb,
Ebony night surrounds me.
I tremble in fear.
I hover between now and never,
as if I'm traversing a rough river
on one bank: life, on the other: death.
I feel an ebbing of nothingness,
like gulping down bad breath,
or gasping in asphyxia,
between a being and non-being,
sandwiched between heaven and hell.
Which way must I go?
Lord make the right choice for me,
for I tremble in fear.
How oft had I been told,
hell is an illusion, don't believe!
Now it seems like reality and I fear.
I see my past, its rights and wrongs,
a sort of blind imbalance,
not a hair is lost.
Where is the illusion now?
Or worse is it delusion and regret,
that I could have achieved much more?
Thus I tremble in fear.
Spirals of fog surround me,
whirls of fatal mists envelop me,
a long dark tunnel with a faint light ahead.
But what lies at the end?
An ephemeral awakening or an eternal damnation?
What weapons are left for such a fight?
I can only give my soul up and pray:
O Lord, I trust in Thee.
I fear no more.
For God so loved the world
That He sent His only Son
That whosoever will...
Really!?!
But not these and those
Who corrupt the image
Of what looks good
...so, I will cling, to the Old Rugged Cross
Nothing can separate us from LOVE
Neither death nor life
Nor angels, nor principalities...
Really!?!
But not this and that
Causing eternal damnation
To the influenced soul
...so, I will cling, to the Old Rugged Cross
If any man be in Christ
He is a new creature
Behold old things are passed away
Really!?!
Surely not thingamagigs and whatchamacallits
Who look like hell itself
Bringing babies to question
...nope, absolutely not...
........so I will cling to the OLD RUGGED CROSS
Forever marked by FEAR
Written by Trudy Schrader on 07-19-2023
Hate boils within like wildfire,
It consumes, it devours, it perspires.
The distant bus seems miles away,
As I'm consumed by a corrupting desire.
Money and fame, they are all-consuming,
They make us forget the simple things.
We forget love, we forget joy,
And in its place, hatred and death we bring.
The bus carries people to their destinations,
But they are blind to their own damnation.
Corrupted by wealth and status,
Their souls drowned in eternal damnation.
As I watch the bus fade away,
I'm left with the consequence of their actions.
The world is filled with death and hate,
Thanks to their greed and wicked attractions.
So I stand here, consumed by loathing,
Hoping that one day they will see.
That money and fame are fleeting pleasures,
And true happiness lies in simplicity.
J. K. S
Oh dear lord!
Let her cry a million tears of molten gold
Until the earth consumes , in her bosoms, her faltered soul.
Flames getting high as they could
But clustered within great despair
Was the heart that couldn't move
She felt the earth crush beneath her feet
As the crevices shattered
Broken beyond repair
The moment had come
For the reckoning
The numb creature loomed over it
Rushed to provide it some shelter
But it would not be subdued
The freedom was now it's only refuge
Neither the being
Nor the heart
Could conjure up some solace
One , cause it hadn't the heart
The other , as it wasn't supposed to.
Every soul must appear
In the place of judgment
In accordance with the Holy Book
As man is destined to die once
And thereafter comes judgment
Before the righteous judge
To render account of his stewardship
And in this judgment
It is everyone to himself
Before the even handed judge
Today is still an opportunity
To prepare for a glorious appearance
Before Him and be ushered
Into everlasting rest in His kingdom
Or into eternal damnation in hell
Idk what I even want to say
All i know is
Your memory is breaking
The dam I built
I gave up
On the world
And what it could offer
Because the moment
I lost you
I lost more than
Myself
You peered into
My eyes
Searching a dark abyss
For a man
I locked away
Deep down
Deeper than hades
Could hope to
Enslave
Sad part is
The door was never closed
A chain was never made
Only a broken man was
Made
Too broken to say
I'm still here
To cry for your hand
From the darkness
Afraid to reach
Afraid to see
If it was still there
Too guilty to ask for a second chance
Even after
I pieced the million pieces together
Pieced together
By what little glue
Little love
You left me
Within
Our memories
I know to call your name
Is a sin
I do not deserve
But one I'm considering
Eternal damnation
Just to let it
Touch my lips again
Only reason I dont
Is your name belongs
Now to another
And mine to his
He warms your heart
In a way I could never.....
For if fate was real
Maybe we'd still be
Maybe
I wouldn't be up
Writing a poem
I'll never send
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