Religion Poems

When I was five, I asked the Lord…
To please protect my mom, my world
He whispered to my soul, “I will”
And went on

                  CHRIST MY HERO

If you feel terror when you look in the mirror

Or see horror when you

woe to you evil men, the priesthood is dead go run and tell it! for eternal power gave it religion. which men has turn it

I suspect so many various used, the imagination punish the condamnation of innocent! which is limited to all love. for if love don't come first

(the king) blessed was not your unhappy fate to being about another hell?

(the Queen) cool desires to set pleasure higher beneath my naked sin, but hope

The day comes dear husband and the truth is hidden and the great pain of me speaks once more. For I alone am barren without

thus my husband who is the kinglessking, I am his trespasser, for never shall our moon and sun cross path, what has become of me?

Everyday dewlling in this darkness, the resurrection of an playful fire is my punishment. I lay to remember the beautiful wonders of our once kingdom share

Free will

How subtle,

How winds of fate conquers free will,

Or is it really fate?

Does fate even exist?

How futile, 

How majority of people fail to reconcile,

That the face