There are two churches -
One to worship a man-made image
And another to worship a man-made image
Both gods speak to me in their own ways...
"Happy shall he be that taketh and dasheth the little ones against the stones"
"Their silhouettes were burned into the walls"
One speaks of life after death
And one speaks of death after life
Both speak of life and death
One glorifies evil
The evil of forgetting the value of human life
The other glorifies evil
The evil of forgetting the value of human life
"I come not to bring peace, but a sword"
"Incinerated even as the flash arrives"
The world has built separate but equal altars
One over millenia, one over decades
A religion based on fear, and a religion based on fear
Hope vs. hope
One death better than another
Both have set up their own pillars of martyrdom
But only one worships the fallen
While the other worships the fall
Is there any hope of resurrection?
That just depends on whose books you read.
very nice. very nice...a bit repetitive at times, but still, very nice...
although in places you are to obvious, I think this is a really strong poem in form and content.
Parthenogenesis is as parthenogenesis does.