The telescope is broken,
The scientific method is woken,
Powerful tool for the feeble minded,
City lights behind it.
I never meant to be a burden,
But the aliens seems so determined,
To break through my chest,
Apocalyptic Pest.
In an interstellar world I saw the truth,
And it was as plain as me and you,
In the lost world between the stars,
We become who we are.
Unsubstantiated baseless claims,
Forged in fire of innocence screams,
Something to die for,
To financially support.
Put me on your cross,
Bruise my Purple Heart,
Send me back to start,
Tear this life apart.
In an interstellar world we all became one,
Suspended in motion with the sun,
In the forgotten world behind the moon,
We will all find the truth soon.
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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.
