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BURN THE WORLD DOWN

BURN THE WORLD DOWN

Church burnings

in an atheist mind become ashes

and sifting through

these charred remains God survives.

Beyond death or our living masks

we are simple children

fighting the force of all time

diluted by our dark temperance

incarcerated

by the vengeance of mankind.

Church burnings occur in the heart

long before

a match is ever lit to the Holy structure

or the assemblance of its parish

as the faces twist

in the imagining of an anarchist mind

faces for Christ

afire, blooms their hate.

Nimble walking 

creatures filled with water and blood

but given

the Universal mind to conceive

that which

the Spirit delivers to all who it claims.

We shall all

die and fade in the hot Sun

but how you die

shall mark the infusion of Gods mercy

stained by earthy material Sin.

Hollow shells

of men will promenade

lost in their egotistical denials

of fame and glory

becoming

a Bonaparte of the sweat equities

for the impoverished

shall ride the horse in the end.

Church burnings

belong to Satan’s children

who live in the far corners

and of a World

exemplified by personal greed.

Self fulfillment cannot Save a man

from the injustices

of his behaviors on others

or the concubine factor of his lust.

As the Churches

windows crack from the heat

and the wooden frames fall

these burnings

only dignify a satanic mind.

Does the anarchist

or atheist relive himself

and urinate

on the destroyed Cross of Christ?

Evil has many faces

and they will never

stay aloof from the eyes of God

penetrating

the darkness with His Glorious Light.

Burn the World down warriors

for the World

will remain the Creation of God.

Upon the mass graves

will God come forth

and rebuild what he has made.

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Kimmy Alan

Wonderful perspective.  What makes a good poem is when after reading it you find yourself saying, "that's how I feel, but never knew the right words to express it."

Good job Rico.

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