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Poetry / House

House

I can't follow any callings.
They say church is god's house.
Not a very good host,
seems to be never home.
Don't worship false idols.
Everything needs idolization.
In such words god is everything.
Some say many ways differently,
all leading to the same destination.
I am god,
that is who god wants me to be.
I walk many footprints only to leave behind my own.
If I live,
I will surly die!
No ghost or demon fears me as I fear myself.
Face them to escape,
escape to be saved.
Confronted myself with question,
answered with a lie.
I am nothing,
I am all!
No one surrounds my desolation.
I scream just for relief,
slowly chipping away my time.
Each stone I place examples the pallet stability,
weight on my shoulders centers unbalanced,
all because one grain of sand!
Lost!
These hopeless lands sent in circles searching for just rewards, none worth rewarding.
Sacrifice yourself for happiness of others.
Earn your worth,
take scrapings remorseful.
Grovel survival,
ignore bliss for satisfaction has no reward.
I built the church and many like it.