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Subject: Christian Man Author: Miotic [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 16:00:15 11/03/02 Sun Sitting in church in his Sunday best, Sitting with his back up straight. Trying to act better than the rest, He would never be there late. He goes to church every Sunday morn, He wants to raise his kids right. He’ll work hard to avoid public scorn, While he’s at the bar tonight. He gives his money every Sunday, The way a good Christian should. For all that he has sinned, he will pay, To avoid that cross of wood. While he’s looking at the preacher’s wife, He has his hand on the book. Tries to compare it with his own life, But he doesn’t want to look. Deep in his soul he knows this dark fear, He lived his life for a lie. He knows always the end may be near, Denied his home in the sky. The dark cherub’s task for him complete, Attain mediocrity. Devils and angles always compete, Maintain god’s autocracy. He thinks of all the things left undone, He missed his chance for glory. Angel’s purity and devil’s fun, Neither will end his story. He believes in what is good and just, Equality for people. Those outsiders, he will never trust, To come into his steeple. He believes the message of the cross, God-man hanging there above. He sees heathens as a total loss, So hates in the name of love. He accepts Jesus into his brain, While he listens to the word. The sermon tells of those whom God slain, Preacher knows nothing was heard. He does not question what he is told, He blindly follows the flock. He can not see his free will is sold, For another is his rock. He thinks himself part of a great plan, But he does not know his role. Tries to live as a good Christian Man, For fear of loosing his soul. Quiet little voices in his ear, Commands only he can hear. He feels to live life for his god’s will, Whether to love, hate or kill. Living life as a good Christian Man, Alone in god, he will stand. In the end, it’s the hypocrites’ path, That brings about Nature’s wrath. *** Poetry from the site of: Trenchant Tranquillity *** [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]