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Array ( [sid] => 66042 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => God Strangles Hope [time] => 2004-10-04 01:57:09 [hometext] => Hmm. What to say about this. I think the words speak for themselves, but I wrote this in a very bad mood, when it seemed that no matter what I did, somehow my attempts seemed undermined by something, something that I had no control over. [bodytext] => So close to accomplishing my goal
The goal that would free us from ourselves
The goal that would end our horrific reign of terror
I have overcome much adversity
And I have overcome many obstacles
But I am constantly tormented by an unseen adversary
Each time I fail, I irrationally believe it to be the last
And just when victory is in my sights
Something inexplicable and improbable halts my progress
Something out there does not want me to succeed
On the verge of cutting God’s Puppet strings
On the verge of Destroying the very thing that God
Uses to indulge his sadistic aspirations
My efforts are always undermined, leaving me with no way to make things right
I was foolish to hope, to dream of something more, something better for us
Because deep down inside, always at the back of my mind
I knew I could never succeed
Because the success of my dream would conflict with the conspiracy of evil
The evil that God has planned for us
And God would never let me get in the way of that
God, that malicious coward
Who will not show his face
Who sits back and manipulates our weaknesses
Who lashes out at those who defy him
At those who are better than him
He enjoys watching us suffer
He benefits from our screams of pain and sorrow
While everyone else is delusional
Unaware of God’s secret spite for us
Unaware of his secret cruel intentions
They adore him
They worship him
They kill for him
But I have seen him for what he really is
And I have seen ourselves for what we really are
I have come so close and so far
But God strangles the hope from me
And I am only human
Helpless to fight against a pathetic God in a position of power
Who lashes out at me, unseen, from a place I can never reach
I know what must be done
But as close as I have come
I can go no further
So I will sit here waiting
Waiting for the final day
Waiting to die
God’s sick cycle of torture and misery
Free to continue
And it will never end
It will continue on forever
And I, like the rest of us
Can do nothing
But for people unlike me, their consciences are not troubled, because they have no idea
Blissfully unaware, they live out their meaningless lives of sin and selfishness
Consumed with greed
And treating all those that stand in their way with nothing but unbridled cruelty
And even if they did realize the truth, they would choose to ignore it
For they cannot see past here and now, they cannot see past today
They only believe in what they can hold in their hands
They only believe in what they can touch
And they always want MORE
And always at someone else’s expense
They would hide from the truth, wallowing in their corruption
The corruption of mind that shelters them from responsibility
The shelter that brings indulgence in meaningless sensations
And they would gladly forfeit their integrity in exchange
But for me, life is a living hell
Always the victim
For I am a beacon of light
That attracts hate and jealousy
From mankind and God
The creation and the Creator
Both weak and callous
They both hate me because I am not like them
Because I am better than they are
Because I am aware of the truth and yet I do not falter
And I refuse to accept God’s evil agenda
I have no need for anything
All I have and all I want is my honor
And I will fight to the death to keep it
I will NOT give in to my sick human desires
I will NOT succumb to my repulsive human nature
That nature programmed and installed into us
By our sick God
And I’m sure, that because of this
because of my defiance of God’s horrible will
That even in death, as it was in life
For me
Hell awaits………………..

I may fail
And God may win
And I may go to hell
But I will still have my honor
The honor that the world
And the honor that God never had [comments] => 2 [counter] => 144 [topic] => 6 [informant] => Onslaught [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AngryPoetry )
God Strangles Hope

Contributed by Onslaught on Monday, 4th October 2004 @ 01:57:09 AM in AEST
Topic: AngryPoetry



So close to accomplishing my goal
The goal that would free us from ourselves
The goal that would end our horrific reign of terror
I have overcome much adversity
And I have overcome many obstacles
But I am constantly tormented by an unseen adversary
Each time I fail, I irrationally believe it to be the last
And just when victory is in my sights
Something inexplicable and improbable halts my progress
Something out there does not want me to succeed
On the verge of cutting God’s Puppet strings
On the verge of Destroying the very thing that God
Uses to indulge his sadistic aspirations
My efforts are always undermined, leaving me with no way to make things right
I was foolish to hope, to dream of something more, something better for us
Because deep down inside, always at the back of my mind
I knew I could never succeed
Because the success of my dream would conflict with the conspiracy of evil
The evil that God has planned for us
And God would never let me get in the way of that
God, that malicious coward
Who will not show his face
Who sits back and manipulates our weaknesses
Who lashes out at those who defy him
At those who are better than him
He enjoys watching us suffer
He benefits from our screams of pain and sorrow
While everyone else is delusional
Unaware of God’s secret spite for us
Unaware of his secret cruel intentions
They adore him
They worship him
They kill for him
But I have seen him for what he really is
And I have seen ourselves for what we really are
I have come so close and so far
But God strangles the hope from me
And I am only human
Helpless to fight against a pathetic God in a position of power
Who lashes out at me, unseen, from a place I can never reach
I know what must be done
But as close as I have come
I can go no further
So I will sit here waiting
Waiting for the final day
Waiting to die
God’s sick cycle of torture and misery
Free to continue
And it will never end
It will continue on forever
And I, like the rest of us
Can do nothing
But for people unlike me, their consciences are not troubled, because they have no idea
Blissfully unaware, they live out their meaningless lives of sin and selfishness
Consumed with greed
And treating all those that stand in their way with nothing but unbridled cruelty
And even if they did realize the truth, they would choose to ignore it
For they cannot see past here and now, they cannot see past today
They only believe in what they can hold in their hands
They only believe in what they can touch
And they always want MORE
And always at someone else’s expense
They would hide from the truth, wallowing in their corruption
The corruption of mind that shelters them from responsibility
The shelter that brings indulgence in meaningless sensations
And they would gladly forfeit their integrity in exchange
But for me, life is a living hell
Always the victim
For I am a beacon of light
That attracts hate and jealousy
From mankind and God
The creation and the Creator
Both weak and callous
They both hate me because I am not like them
Because I am better than they are
Because I am aware of the truth and yet I do not falter
And I refuse to accept God’s evil agenda
I have no need for anything
All I have and all I want is my honor
And I will fight to the death to keep it
I will NOT give in to my sick human desires
I will NOT succumb to my repulsive human nature
That nature programmed and installed into us
By our sick God
And I’m sure, that because of this
because of my defiance of God’s horrible will
That even in death, as it was in life
For me
Hell awaits………………..

I may fail
And God may win
And I may go to hell
But I will still have my honor
The honor that the world
And the honor that God never had




Copyright © Onslaught ... [ 2004-10-04 01:57:09]
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Re: God Strangles Hope (User Rating: 1 )
by shanarah on Monday, 4th October 2004 @ 06:07:09 AM AEST
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Very powerful and discriptive, creating and choosing our own agenda will bring more power to each...
angry, but great write...
take care,
shanarah


Re: God Strangles Hope (User Rating: 1 )
by LOWMAN613 on Monday, 4th October 2004 @ 10:18:50 AM AEST
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I sense the anger in this write,very powerful indeed!Well done.Christina




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