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And Then God Killed Me
I stood in the middle of the chaos, wondering why he allowed this to happen
Who is he protecting? Who does he remember? Who has he forgotten?
Lifeless children lay slaughted in the streets with their bloods making graffiti
This little one who lays here, burned, shot, dead was only a baby
For decades they had given us the Bible and told us to sing praises
But he is never around when needed, has left to die the children and the ladies
But was he ever a God to me? I begin to look back in the past
When we were shackled and brought to a strange land, fed lies so we could forget the pass
Never has he lifted a finger to fight with me, or given me strength in my time of need
Yet praises we sing unto him even when our sons and daughters bleed.
Suddenly, thunderous feet ran towards me trembling the Earth
Fathers dashed by, children trampled, pregnant mothers nearing to give birth
It is them again, God's evil army had retuned
They had already destroyed most of the City, I guess this time it is flesh they want to burn.
I stood my ground, anticipating my life being snuffed away
And surely as I stood they approached me, dressed in stars and grey.
A tall demon walked up towards me, pulled his weapon and fired straight towards my head
Yes, Their God did kill me, but he freed my trapped soul instead.