Wicked God

Wicked God

A Poem by Antichrist

Kill the god that lies before you,
Understand his growing pain.
Flesh, blood, bone, and sinew.
The angels cry tears of rain.

He looked at me as a burning soul,
My life was nothing but rust.
My compassion is but a hole,
Driven by fury, and by lust.

His tears of pain rolled down his face,
As he looked deep into my eyes.
His life was a smudge on the platter of grace.
But he was worthless now, it was he I despised.

Now laying before me, was the wicked god.
Whose name remains a stain...
I took my life with a single shot.
And now, away goes the pain...

© 2009 Antichrist


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