Cemetary Army by Sax

I think I'm unworthy,
the subconsious rains in my mind make my world seem colored,
colored with shades of gray and black,
even the shadows seem like endless pits of pain.

The gravestones marks the resting place of those before,
bodys of rot,
snakes and worms abound.
There spirits set free from the shackels of the living.

There not alive,
how lucky for them,
the world is layed before them like a present to a child.
Them able to see what they wish,
watch things that they were unable to see while living,
able to outlive us that surround them,
they watch the hands of time spin round upon the clock face.

We shall never unlock the secret of physical immortality,
our time here with the ones we love limited and fleeting.
Even as day by day the army of the dead continues to increase,
our goal of world-wide domination has ensured our very downfall,
including those that are innocent that surround us.

His hands are like that of a vice,
His touch like that of ice,
theres no way out of His clutches,
His boney hands keeping us contempt with out own death,
ready to snuff us all out when it is time,
little by little plucking a few thousand to pass the time.

The Preachers and Rabbis and Monks all pary for The One to help us,
He, who for silent from the beggining to take us to His Kingdom
and to free us all from this middle world hell.
I dont think he'll ever come,
He's grown tired of us and walked away,
off to some new project to pass the time I assume.
Handing our lifeline to that of Death.

We shall make our own Kingdom,
a place for us after death,
but we must take it from Him,
we must slaughter the angels with our countless dead.
We must take paradise as our own,
and not some biased God

Matt Tucker (204.116.150.53) -- Friday, November 8 2002, 02:32 am

God has left us?
I like all your poems except for this one. I don't think GOD has forgotten us one bit. We are his #1 priority. Be patient and until then just belive in him because he created you. don't u ever forget that.

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