This Bitter War

Hold fast and faint not- ever claim

The truth of those who walk by faith.

When hope has turned to something more

This life won’t hold me as before

Reclaim that veil which has been draped

Upon these eyes which walk by faith

And purify what still remains

Before their cause is lost and vain.

The bane of my existence lies

In dreams that curse with piercing eyes

But lift the light to guide the way

To all those lives who walk by faith

And I will see the vanity

Of dreams that shine but broken be.

Shattered, broken, gleaming light

Lifting dawn and breaking night!

To those recipients in line

Who walk by faith and not by sight

Hold fast, and yet hold faster till

The wrath of fury’s cup is filled!

Take heart, lift up those feeble hands

Shout out your voice to this dry land!

Remember why you are the called

Do not rebel lest then you fall!

Withdraw your gaze from Satan’s game

Lift up and fight! Fight in God’s name!

Vengeance! Vengeance! For those lost!

Those who’ll pay the final cost!

Bloodied from a billion blows

But sullied not by mortal foes!

Cry havoc! Havoc our bleeding cry

Twisted are truths we can’t deny!

Oh you who wander without aim

Join our cause and fight this plague

Which steals inside the souls of men

And buries them through endless  sin.

Oh you who care not for your life

Look to the cross and then ask why!

Life and love were sacrificed

And yet you wish to take your life.

Mortal man and demon same

Bow the knee and yield in shame

Before the might of who remains

after the earth’s engulfed in flames.

Awaken me from this dark night

Take my hand and lead my flight

Towards that peaceful distant shore

Where those who’ve battled long before

Now sit in rest and watch over

The rest who must still fight this war-

But not before I’ve filled my days

As one who fights and lives by faith.

Unbelief

The final poem in my ‘God is Dead’ series.
You can read the first two here, and here if you’d like.

Just a note concerning ‘Unbelief‘- It is very dark. Probably the darkest I’ve written but I believe it fits the nature of the subject very well. If you’re looking for a light-hearted poem, however- Pass on.
Edward.

~ Unbelief ~
They killed another man today
Actually they killed three
Another pointless waste of life
Another useless day and night

He told them that he was a god-
If that were true than how could God
Have died in such a gruesome way?
Gross, pathetic, tragedy.

Hear the devils minions cry
Hear the weary widows sigh
“God is dead! God is Dead!”
Oh the nonsense that is said-

“God is dead! God is dead!”
Hideous souls are filled with dread.
Pitiful and weak their plight
Insisting that a god gives life.

‘God merciful. God the just
God the wonderful who must
Love all men-‘ Yet man still dies
And e’en the god-man lost his life

So tell this cynic what you’ve seen
That demonstrates you should believe?
God is dead but suns and stars
Still flow by while broken hearts

Obsessed by some divine nature
mourn his death but still won’t turn!
“God is dead!” Your god is dead!
Rather mourn that you still live!

For if indeed your God is dead
Than of men- as has been said
You are the most pitiful lot-
Your God is dead and you are not.

Calvary

This is another of my ‘God is Dead’ poems. Before I give it to you, however, you must understand the backdrop from which these poems are inspired- The Crucifixion of Jesus Christ on Calvary. This one being written immediately after the events have transpired as if from the mind of a historian.

~ God is Dead ~

What were the thoughts within the minds of those gathered near that hill?
Who gazing in astonished awe and wonder all stood still.
For in a moment, in a breath, His final words were heard-
And the almighty God of Gods for man became acursed

Who on earth would dare to speak these three terrible words?
Regardless of the truth contained who here would want them heard?
For evidenced by natures anger thundering on men-
The truth is near unbearable- God is dead. God is dead.

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My first  ‘God Is Dead’ poem in the series was written as if from the mindset of one of the followers of Christ. Who mourns and begins to doubt in the face of what has just transpired.

My next will be from the opposite view.

I feel also that I must recognize here the one who has traditionally been given credit for penning the titular phrase of my series- Frederich Neitzsche. Who, as controversial as his work may be, he is somewhat indirectly responsible for these verses. For I must confess when I happened upon his statement of absolute and utter despair “God is dead” I felt inspired.

Thank you (as always) for reading.
~Edward

 

 

God is Dead

I hope this to be the first of three poems surrounding this topic. My goal is to write each one from a completely opposite point of view, but we’ll see how that goes. Please enjoy! – E. L

God is dead. God is dead
Sinners weep and bow your head
For if in three days He not rise
There will be none to hear your cries

God is dead. God is dead
The All-Powerful’s life has fled
And cast off by His own design
That most cherished, sacred, prized

God is dead. God is dead
Ne’er before could this be said
Never again without a lie
Can it be uttered if He rise

God is dead. God is dead
For wretched broken souls He’s bled
The earth now dark without his light
Mourns that He pays such a price

God is dead. God is dead
No allegory here is said
And how reality has sighed
For justice is not blind tonight.

Order of Today

Those ill tempered critics
Want always to show
The madness of beauty
Declaring its woes

Overzealous cynics
Want always to know
The reason that reason
Great minds overthrows

Those penitent priests
vehemently so
Say love is the answer
A gift ours to know

Then ill mannered peasants
With these ideas go
And turn grace into passion
Till lust overflows

Grotesque wretched sinners’
duplicity’s known
Still hide in the shadows
As evil thoughts glow

Twisted and turned
Their minds empty boats
Thrashed on the rocks
Of an impotent coast

Continuing on-
Where else can they go?
They’ll demand the song
Of their life to be known

Yet they fear fruition
Of the very same!
Madness and folly
-The order of today.

Unwanted Guest

Then I considered that kings upon thrones
surrounded by jewels and treasures untold
could not even with all the wealth they have known
discover a scheme to shatter Grims* hold

For when he comes knocking upon mortals door
there is none who stays him from entering nor
sways him from taking the soul within for
no matter the life or the luxury borne
There is but one outcome-
When Death’s at the door.

*The Grim Reaper (Death)