I look into your eyes,
And I see deceit I hadn't seen before,
You've pulled me down,
You've stuck me in this hell.
All of the demons laughed,
While Lucifer tolled his bell,
Seems to me I've created...
My own personal hell.
I watched Lucifer as he fell,
From neon lights high in the sky,
I can't see or hear now,
Wipe the sweat from my brow.
Burning from the condemnation of a god who can't exist,
If I knew that what I did was making god pissed...
I would've made sure to spit in his eye.
Because now with these bodies burning,
And it's my time to die,
I can't repent now it's too late,
I will surly fry.
It's time to wake up from this dream,
I can't let them get to me,
Faith in god is nonexistent,
And my skepticism persistent.
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This Lost Heathen
PoetryA poem in the form of a concept album based around an atheist named Christian In a devoutly religious town.
