![]() The Crashing-DownA Poem by Zack Burton![]() An interesting poem about the plausible effects of rebellion.![]()
What mortal defies me?
The ailing god spoke Before he was sickly So many he smote He lived not in heaven He lived not in hell None knew where to find him Until his lone angel fell Murderers! Rapists! The scum of the earth! Now gather around, and I will quench your mirth The god of the heavens Once high in the sky Is now sick with sadness And soon he shall die! He watched full of terror As they rose to his bed And slicing their daggers They took off his head And the legends they tell now So full of their lies Of how they killed their own god and Took over the skies Now watch as the lord
Does bleed out his weight So filled with our madness Our sin and our hate How long we have waited! How long we have tried! We thought this would happen Long after we died! And the black-night-ed heavens Came crumbling straight down And the long-perfect mountains Were torn to the ground What's happening? Our everything! The beauty, the life Now all of it's gone Replaced with our strife The rebellion was halted The bloodletting stopped Though God's only head Was already through-chopped And now without heaven To govern the earth The people we lost Their initiative, cursed And so goes the moral that will never be true Never go forth and govern what must govern you © 2011 Zack BurtonAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on April 25, 2011 Last Updated on April 25, 2011 Author![]() Zack BurtonFelicity, OHAboutHowdy, folks, I'm Zack Burton. I already have two accounts on this site, but seeing as I'm utterly dissatisfied with them both, they should be closed by now. I'm much more of a poet than a short s.. more..Writing
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