oh winters charm

i can see the white of my knuckles.....
from here the snow brings photographs....
crystal swords hang off the armory of the roof....
this time of the season brings colored lights and emotion....
here ......twas a time for
giving

yet the b*****d of religion
who wears the cloaks of snow
he who has proclaimed himself my god my savior....
the hypocrite and his blasphous woes
oh here comes the day of your birth, and here you want me to hold a balloon
yet in return you take these lives......
its not martyrdom
its not sacrifice
its bullshit

Reviews

[Legion]

blasphous-blasphemous maybe?

A demanding write indeed. A thought after my own heart. Well done.

[Dorchadas]

wow so passionate so intense this poem cuts deep... I can feel the emotion
and beautifully descriptive... truly thought provoking