The Big Mistake

You will find out who 'He' is if you read the whole thing.

He is everywhere,

every book I read,

every song I sing.

They try to tell you

he is full of glory

and grace,

full of freedom and peace.

Like there is some kind of race.

Some kind of chase to get you to believe.

To convince you that

he is real.

But between the pages,

between the line of the

'holy' book,

is the truth.

Ugly and

bitter.

But the truth.

They don't believe it

themselves. 

They want to,

they do.

But really,

they know.

He is 

Santa Clause.

And the book is

fairy tale.

Because if there was a

God,

we would realize,

we are his

mistakes.

Author's Note

Tell me if you think this should be a poem or maybe a prologue to a story:)

Reviews

[piggy]

It is so good it could be either. Well done and keep up the good work. Thank you.