Empty Throne (poem)
Tortured breath of a soul that is rotting
Couldn’t forget what I wasn’t regretting
Pale is your face, stomach is knotting
My darkness to you seems so upsetting
Your love past me by, was I forgetting?
Nothing compares to the excitement of sinning
Found it that way right from the beginning
Your delusions of a savior that I was refusing
Don’t be so sad can't you see that I'm grinning
Couldn’t believe that I found it so amusing?
If you knew the truth you would be running
As your world falls apart, your reality spinning
Every Sunday you waste, you look so stunning
Your congregation grows relentlessly shunning
To my type of knowledge, daring, and cunning
To reject all the lies that you have been preaching
Into a bag full of fiction is where you’ve been reaching
Off every last soul your words have been leeching
As they follow like slaves to your mindless teaching
They listen intently to the story you're retching
Deep in their minds your deceptions keep etching
Eternal life you lie out for the meek to be fetching
An image of perfection your deceptions are sketching
Your falseness is maddening, your deceptions are deafening
Life’s past me by what was I forgetting?
Couldn’t remember what I wasn’t regretting
Damnation to find is what I am betting
Your fictional heaven is vacant, no one is taking
Notes of your goodness your lives that you’re faking
An empty throne you will see on the day of your waking
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