Thursday, April 29, 2010

God is Dead, a poem

Please take me away from here,
Jesus, my flesh crawls in such ways,
that darkness or light, my vision fades,
and with open eyes I stare at nothing.

The Bible was wrong, in so many ways,
but your truth echoes before me,
like a clanging gong, my eardrums burst.

As knowledge and light fades,
I cry until the dawn of a new day.

Because in the end, your death meant nothing.