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Damaged beyond repair
The Moon glistens behind a veil
of dark clouds rolling by
under the star studded sky
The wild winds blow,
leaves tremble and fall to the ground
The earth shakes and the angels frown
from the fear of tomorrow
the joy and the sorrow
The inevitable death
dwells in the depths of your soul
You want to stay alive
but your life's taking its toll
Your insides corrode with lust
as you rust on the outside
You swallow your rage
and hide behind your pride
Strive to strike a balance
drown in serene simplicity
smother the defying role
in this hour of adversity
for your faith has departed
and all the signs you doubted
render you blind and aimless
tonight you rest in the lap of despair
with your conscience damaged beyond repair
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It is so lovely to read your poetry again... it is so beautiful I read it three times and it made me smile each time.
hehe exactly. thanks for getting my point too, sorry if i said anything that upset you, youre not the only one that gets all riled up when someone says something u dont like about that subject,
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oh, i do admit there's a lot of bad in the world. why do you think i'm a cynic for? lol. but i get your point. =D Thanks for bearing with me.
yes i know all that, but i didnt mean mistakes like that. i meant in people. and you have to admit theres also a lot of bad in this world, and i wasnt being literal, hence why i said even if he makes them on purpose, I believe he is all knowing, and he gave us free will and such knowing that we will sin, and that bad things will happen, but he gives us the choice, and those that choose him get the greater reward. I know he has a reason for everything he does, we may not always agree with the answers he gives us, but he always answers.
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God makes no mistakes. thats why He's God. you wanna know what God is like? look at the world around you. God is in the dunes and deserts, in the depths of oceans and the rise and fall of tides, in the star-lit night sky and the morning sun, in the mountains and waterfalls.. is this not perfection to you? who do you think provides sustenance to all the creatures? The world has survived for don't know how many billion years.. is it merely co-incidental? is it logical to think that someone capable of making mistakes could possibly have control over the entire universe? I don't think so.
im just saying... no one really knows what God is like, i think he is capable of making mistakes too, even if they are on purpose ;)
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hmmmm i wouldn't agree with that last sentence. but lets not get into a religious debate here. =)
eh i dont rationalize it i just believe, not in the biblical God really(im not big on religion) but my own idea of him. i believed before i heard that quote, but that quote really made sense. it wasnt in those exact words, they probably said it better than me, but you get the gist of it. but yes humans are programmed to sin, and people in general are basically rude and arrogant and condescending and hypocrites, and stupid, but there are a few good ones out there, we all have our moments. as i believe so does God, maybe hes done things he regrets. who knows..
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thank you for stopping by, i'm glad you liked it. we, with our infinitesimal minds, seek to rationalize the existence of God. I guess that makes us one of the most insolent of God's creations, right next in line with the Satan.
"for your faith has departed
and all the signs you doubted
render you blind and aimless
tonight you rest in the lap of despair
with your conscience damaged beyond repair"
awesome, reminds me of a quote i live by, "I'd rather believe theres a God to die and find out there isnt one, than to not believe to die and find out there is."
very surreal and descriptive, you also use a lot of alliteration in this one and the slight rhyme, i like it.
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@doug turner jr. Thanks for your feedback. yes, i felt like lamenting today.
@beberlee.. mucho gracias!
great poem..
Nice subtle ryhme scheme here. Frowning angels -- dig that image. Sort of a lament of despair verbalized here in colorful language.
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