Christ is the killer
Christ is the storm
Anniahalating thought
Of all the helpless ones
Christ is the herder
Christ is the lamb
The vicious irony
Called a mystery of god
Christ has been slaughtered
Christ can not return
Empty hopes created
In the hearts of human kind
Christ felt the nails
But we felt the pain
Endless wars fought out
To protect the sacred name
Lost life of martyrs
Needless and cruel
As Christ destroys their lives
His hands are stained with blood
Call him a savior
Call him a god
Call him an enemy
Destroyer of human thought
I would like to say I enjoyed this poem but .... you certainly have fallen these thought are not your own!
Kevin, this poem is really well written. After going through Catholic school, I know how much bullshit is involved with religion. I really admire how you were able to just come out and say these things... this poem was very well written. I really enjoyed it. You haven't lost your touch ;) ~~~ love you*