The Dead Bride of Religion

The Dead Bride of Religion

A Poem by Gigglez
"

Man, I have been in a weird mood lately...

"

Marble faces

cracked in the

dusty halls of his

Church.


It is all dead now,

all gone forever; that

majesty of the Golden

age of the Universal
Church, the Christ

Bride; as she

walks along the aisle

toward the doom of

her most holy

Virginity.

All the people

do now is
go as a

routine, just

another notch on

the belt of our chore

list.
No one goes

to feel

the touch of

the Unknown

any more.


But the Angels

they watch

and they wait

for their time to

come and show us

humans all the

beauty of the Celestial

as the Veil is shed

asunder by our

foolishness.

© 2012 Gigglez


Author's Note

Gigglez
This is how I feel about my own catholic upbringing.

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Added on August 12, 2012
Last Updated on August 12, 2012
Tags: catholic, bride, dead, cynicisim, spirituality, celestial

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