The burning stench of my fingertips,
Slowly shrivel the abandoned flesh off,
And just like our tendriled life,
A new layer of our masks come into place,
nothing but a fake facade made to please the unknown Gods,
Seeing the fake countless praisers falling to their knees,
Praying to their worshipper with forced tears streaming down their face,
The atmosphere after is nothing but their true colours,
mingling with the crowd they depise one another,
Behind drawn curtains,
True believers makes mistakes but learn from them,
seek nothing but the truth from above,
And praise for the love and not for a reserved place in heaven.
I have seen
I have seen this also , it is sad to see people go to church and they speak to you with no problems at all no noses in the air etc. but when you see them out and about they are truly differant people they are not the person you have talked to in the church .
you laugh at me because I am differant, I laugh at you because You are all the same ...(KoRn) J.D......
these words
are striking -- i couldn't agree more
kudos
seeing who they really are makes me sick and in Gods holy home no less..
im just a teenager but ive been writing poetry since i started primary school , so its more of a talent than a subject to me. Other than that i love art and sport! My last year in school and hoping to travel to Japan because i always dreamt to :3 ( hopef