Christ

Christ is the killer

Christ is the storm

Anniahalating thought

Of all the helpless ones

Christ is the herder

Christ is the lamb

The vicious irony

Called a mystery of god

Christ has been slaughtered

Christ can not return

Empty hopes created

In the hearts of human kind

Christ felt the nails

But we felt the pain

Endless wars fought out

To protect the sacred name

Lost life of martyrs

Needless and cruel

As Christ destroys their lives

His hands are stained with blood

Call him a savior

Call him a god

Call him an enemy

Destroyer of human thought

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Shane Manteuffel's picture

I would like to say I enjoyed this poem but .... you certainly have fallen these thought are not your own!

Allison Pirc's picture

Kevin, this poem is really well written. After going through Catholic school, I know how much bullshit is involved with religion. I really admire how you were able to just come out and say these things... this poem was very well written. I really enjoyed it. You haven't lost your touch ;) ~~~ love you*