Higher Power

Good Christians" spit in the eyes of "undesirables" while

Higher Power pisses down upon us, and stained glass fills

With the blood that was shed in society's name, while this sad

Age shuns the bloodshedders, and sticks daggers in my ribs 'cause

Everyone wants their pound of flesh, and they all need to leech from

This pathetic creature; the gutter floods with crimson.

You're all so clean, yet you still have dirt in your eyes.

 

My name is the filth beneath your talons and Louboutins

But one day I'll be real again, if this recoil hits me hard

Enough, and the gleam from the barrel stuns me into your

State of blind faith and sheep mentallity; your shepherd is

Bad jounalism.

 

The lamb of god had his throat slit long ago

But I only have one shell left in the chamber, and

Nothing in my heart, so please don't move and I

Won't f**k this up.

Reviews

[Acer]

Nothing to say much, just beautiful.

[KatDarkness]

Thank you :)

[Acer]

My pleasure, :-')

...Higher Power pisses down upon us, and stained glass fills
With the blood that was shed in society's name, while this sad
Age shuns the bloodshedders, and sticks daggers in my ribs 'cause
Everyone wants their pound of flesh, and they all need to leech from
This pathetic creature; the gutter floods with crimson.
You're all so clean, yet you still have dirt in your eyes....
...
powerful words in this above stanza. Loved it indeed. Nothing to say much, just beautiful i''d say.

[John]

Great work. I really like the note of disdain in the voice of the speaker.

[KatDarkness]

Thank you!

[caesarkreshen]

Sup.

I think this works well until "in my ribs", but then it becomes a little explain-y for the end of that stanza. You're all so clean etc, seems unnecessary.

I like the wordplay; it's very angsty. I would maybe think about rewriting the latter half.

[KatDarkness]

Hey, thanks for the review. The latter half is actually my favourite bit of the poem.

[Adam Lebzo -RonninWarri..]

What an angry urge that inspired this!
liked it

[David Scott]

Angry. Moral indecision because of the fear and pain delivered by beings who wearing masks of the Devine convinced the sheep they were not wolves...
Poetic bleakness and a symphonic discord waiting for the fifth harmonic.
Deep water to swim in on a cold might such as this.

[KatDarkness]

Thanks very much for the review :)