Hey. I wrote this today. Sorry if you think it deserves to rot in the pits of Tartarus, but I think it's decent, and I had emotions that needed to be poured out. Also, this kind of bashes at the entire Catholic Church, so if that's not your cup of tea, it's suggested that you stop reading. For everyone else; enjoy.
- v.
slitting throats
by accepting the torment within and without the consciousness,
cowering behind transparent shields,
pleading for a god's ignorance instead of forgiveness and affection.
restraining at gunpoint
by consuming the sweet, persuasive nectar of venomous, fruitless sermons,
convincing its victims with tasteless crackers and bitter alcohol
that drain out one's true faith
and are distributed by countless false deities
who relish their play-time
greater than the children they propagandize
into concepts they are incapable of yet comprehending.
prescribing overdoses
by concealing concerns into disguised indulgences
and mindlessly chanting hymns
in manners "divergent" from cults and heretic religions.
drawing blood
from a grinning altar boy
who suffocates on the cross around his neck
as he tenderly locks lips with the devil.
COAX THE SINS AWAY.
yellow tulips are burnt for ash wednesday.
love letters are devoured for easter.
innocent, coquettish expressions are bruised for the catholic reformation.
RAGE to
ANXIETY to
DEPRESSION to
HOPELESSNESS
please help.
the sinned will perish,
though we will return once more to this Hell
to pray.
YOU ARE READING
poems
Poetrymy poems + a lyric illustration from "kitchen sink" by twenty one pilots
