Their God - Poem by Vasto Grom
And on this day they all pray. To the cold eyed god and I know what he'll say. He'll tell them all that its time to pay. And for their pain they'll be granted great gain. As long as they listen to him and see to his every whim. But none of them can see. Well, all except me. That he all he does is bring misery and that they will never be free. For I have seen their god and know what lies at the end of the path they trod. On the faithless all of their troubles they blame. Not knowing that this was all just part of a game. Their god, their messiah, their savior; just finds it interesting to watch their behavior. I alone have seen their god's true self and never once did he care about he's people's health. He will never be there when his people cry. Only will he appear to steal your soul when you die. Never will he give them the reason why he is not even willing to lift a finger to try.That is their god that they follow so blindly and only I know the truth but am thought to have insanity.
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