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A young man tells a story
A passionate one
One of love
One of hatred
A man tore apart from greed
A man tore apart from passion
I can’t imagine how he feels
Does he feel like me?
He is like one of the lost men
One of the unknown –
Islam, Christianity, Judaism, different sects
For one purpose
To oversee
The god is somewhere
We search
Yet he is close by
I see him now
He is large
Black
Is that satan?
No it is god
I’m sure
Or so the story says
Maybe the story doesn’t say
What is that?
I love you
Never leave
Gluttony
A sin
What shall I do?
Build an empire
I will rise and overcome
For a new purpose
For god alongside
My heart
I don’t see God
He is somewhere
But I remember in my head
That I know he is not visible
Humans cannot see God
So, what shall I do?
I try to see him
I will continue my quest
It is not against the law
It is not against religion
I love my God
Please let me see him
Windy blowing
I see another shadow from the light
A friend to my quest
He says
Read
Read for purpose
I cannot read
I am blind
I am illiterate
I can read now
I understand God’s language
I am favoured
But not close
I try more.
The ending draws near
I must place a final end to my journey
After all – all life ends
So I say – the purpose of life is to be happy
Pleased to survive
I sit amongst this chair
This chair of passion
To say my feelings
But I am not closer to God
I feel it
Something happens
God appears
Form:
Darkness, thick that feels like water
People’s scream’s as if great slaughter
Choking you at the back of your throat
Yearning for light to write a poetry note
Eyes, ears, taste, smell, touch, no longer in use
Blackness disables them in its destructive pursuit
Fires light as they crave for the light
Darkness quenches it with an ever black night
Some drive making accidents panicking on their way
Searching for the part where there’s light in the day
They look up in a hope that the stars may break through
But they chock, they gasp they fall and they spew
They crawl, they hungry, they start to eat each other
Brother eats brother, father eats son, daughter eats mother
Looking where they think heaven is, crippled and bent
Cursing God in the hope that their torment will end
They think through the insanity that this must be hell
Their bodies begin to blister, pain and swell
Just another day in 2012 they must face
For the love of God is no longer as he removed his grace
They should consider this heaven and not hell
For after this hell is worse and for eternity they shall dwell
My Angel Bob is on vacation
That is my predicament and situation
You see for a few thousand years
Hundreds of souls have been in his care
Millions of prayers he sent to Above
Always watching with quiet love
Bob is a Class C angel in 9th Heaven he dwells
You know the one next to Hell
Works all day and through each night
While the demons and devils mock him in delight
He tries real hard to earn his wings
He was up for really important things
Once he was called upon a task so great
But he overslept and he was too late
It seems there was this virgin girl in Israel
An immaculate birth to her he was to reveal
But oversleeping he wasn't able
So God sent down the boastful Gabriel
And than there were these walls of Jericho
Knock them down with a single blow
And than if by choice he lost his voice
So God sent down his thunder
And the great walls fell under
Poor Bob left out cause he couldn't shout
And remember the evil of those two cities
Sodom and Gomorrah a sight not for my pretties
Fire and brimstone he was suppose to rain down
But instead in his pail full of water no orders to drown
So the glory again goes to Gabriel to boast
He burnt those two cities to crispy toast
Back to 9th Heaven on a ladder he must climb
While the demons of Hell mock him in rhyme
Poor Angel Bob even Bill the silly has wings
It seems he helped Joseph intrepid a Pharaoh's dreams
From Class C to B he roused rubbing it into poor Bob's nose
You see Bob was to deliver Joseph's coat of true blue
But he stumbled into a rainbow and dyes it of every hue
Joseph was sold into slavery by jealous brother's schemes
All Bob could say is I hope the boy has dreams
Continued in Angel's Holiday (Part Two)