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So-Called Good Christians

You have made a choice. 
You have chosen hatred. 
In our Heavenly Father, 
you have chosen not to rejoice. 
He is who spares the most awful dread. 
  
You have chosen to hate me. 
First it was the “N” word, 
the Afro comment, 
and my curly hair. 
Now you hate me 
for the religion 
that I have chosen to be. 
My faith gives me what is right and fair. 
  
I pity you for all your hate. 
But you made it clear my fate. 
A Mormon to this date, 
a Mormon forever. 
Your rage and hate 
prove my faith and 
choice of religion right. 
Your bigoted hatred
I have chosen to fight 
by giving it light. 
I want it 
in everyone's sight. 
  
Your rage and hatred is your only boast. 
But with it you are engrossed. 
Like you, your rage and hatred 
are nothing but compost. 
Heavenly Father, Jesus Christ, and the Holy Spirit 
gives me what I need the most. 
  
And for you, that is just 
too bad so sad.

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Daddy Mike

Daddy Mike,
What were you like?
You were gone 
when I was a very tiny tike.
 
Daddy Mike,
Was it because of me? 
Was leaving me all you could see?
Surely, you knew how much pain there would be.
A little girl needs her daddy.
 
Daddy Mike,
From abuse and pain
I shed many a tear.
Without you here,
I always felt fear.
 
Daddy Mike,
Abusive babysitter, playmate,
bullies, and family.
Nowhere for me 
to flee.
 
Daddy Mike,
Why were you 
not here?

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Righteous Hatred

What have you done to me?
A shadow of darkness 
as affections twist.
Once we drank of heaven,
wide-eyed and innocent,
but your thirst soured.
A vengeful morass of agony -
tears follow blood, 
follow pain,
love taken away,
in a torrent of hatred.

I HATE YOU.

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Heaven Shunned

Slender beams of 
accusation enter
this darkened place 
as I kneel,
always lost, 
always forlorn,
frozen here,
waiting.

Angelic forms wrought 
in panes of glass loom as
dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
sparing not my 
naked outstretched arms.

Realization dawning on my face.

I raise my head, 
now kneeling before
this airy salvation.

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Dark Ritual

Around, all around, 
the dark memories gather. 
My dread grows 
as the headsman's axe 
falls against my neck. 
It severs me, 
and darkly my blood drips 
to the cold, 
uncaring tombstones. 
In unholy terror 
I flail madly 
while the Reaper 
laughs cruelly. 
Now alone, my blood falls 
upon uncaring eyes 
  
This is your love.

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Proverbs 11:22

I look outside to see the glory of our Father, 
Oh so Heavenly. 
I look beyond and beneath 
without much glee, 
like a ring of gold in a swine's snout, 
the ugly behind the beauty stands out. 
  
In a mirror, I do see 
an image of—well—me. 
If I look deep, what will it be? 
Will it be pretty? 
Will it be ugly? 
Is there goodwill to my fellow man 
given lovingly? 
  
Or nothing 
but the bad, the evil sins, 
and the downright ugly 
with all the cruelty? 
  
If it must be the latter, 
oh Heavenly Father, 
guide my feet 
so battered to a place 
where they will do much better.