God and the Piper

 The Piper calls his victims home
Kissing lust into their souls
As we dig deep between Gaea's toes

We stay searching for peace and bliss
But our cold burning fingertips just find
Heavens in each other's countenance

Destroying our souls with our desire
And restoring them with another set of do nots
That we cannot follow

Feeling hollow
Not knowing that grace is sufficient
And a journey to hell is no road trip

It happens to be a show of pornography
That rips your lungs from your rib cage
With no benefits- no Eve for Adam

We are broken
Swearing oaths to reason
And forgetting that Love
Is enamored with our imperfections

We dig deep into Self
Really digging deeper into Hell
Searching for what no poet can describe

At least a moment of peace in
Which Love needs nothing
To be a merciful God

Marilyn Manson whispers
Us murderers into existence
As he spits on our lips with
Fiery saliva that reminds us
The dope show never ends
And pornography stands forever

Sin is our ticket
Onto the Devil's chariot
And mortal love our worthiest nothing
That happens to be everything

Evanescence screams
To be brought back to life
But no Resurrection ensues
As we delude ourselves into believing
That peace is near

Peace is dead
Leaving us all deemed Yearning
But we shall not want

Our backs are broken
Because of our concrete beds
But we are sheep
Laying down in green pastures
Waiting for God's promises