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I want to live in a world without God
Without the dream of Heaven
Or simple fear of Hell,
Without the love of one
Who would be so willing
To destroy under the pretense
Of a higher meaning,
Without commandments
Oppresively stopping me
From even simply lying
Even if its to myself,
To my own heart and mind
Or loving someone completely
Since he'll rip them away from me
To appease his own jealousy
Without the punishment of death
A testament to the cruelty
Of this so called Saviour
Who would allow us to live
To fight our battles
In a bitter world of his own design
While leaving us with
The complete certainity
That the war has already been lost .
Without the cruelty of pain
That builds with the progression of life
Mounts after every year
Attacks after every second.
I instead want to live in a world
Molded within my own selfishness
One without children sitting on the streets
With arms so thin
They aren't be able pick up
The bread you try to hand to them.
Without doctors waiting patiently outside
For the tears in your eyes to stop
While you grip lifeless hands.
Without having to pop a pill every hour
Just so you can take the pain away
Even if its only momentary
Even if you know the pain is still there
Waiting behind the murky haze.
Without pretentious pastors and priests
Telling you "Your an abmoniation"
That you've lost your chance at Heaven
Becuase you've chosen to love.
I want to live in a world without God
Without fear
Without pain,
And in this world though i may lose my faith
Lose my hope
Lose my soul,
I'm sure I'd find my happiness
And that's enough.
Without the dream of Heaven
Or simple fear of Hell,
Without the love of one
Who would be so willing
To destroy under the pretense
Of a higher meaning,
Without commandments
Oppresively stopping me
From even simply lying
Even if its to myself,
To my own heart and mind
Or loving someone completely
Since he'll rip them away from me
To appease his own jealousy
Without the punishment of death
A testament to the cruelty
Of this so called Saviour
Who would allow us to live
To fight our battles
In a bitter world of his own design
While leaving us with
The complete certainity
That the war has already been lost .
Without the cruelty of pain
That builds with the progression of life
Mounts after every year
Attacks after every second.
I instead want to live in a world
Molded within my own selfishness
One without children sitting on the streets
With arms so thin
They aren't be able pick up
The bread you try to hand to them.
Without doctors waiting patiently outside
For the tears in your eyes to stop
While you grip lifeless hands.
Without having to pop a pill every hour
Just so you can take the pain away
Even if its only momentary
Even if you know the pain is still there
Waiting behind the murky haze.
Without pretentious pastors and priests
Telling you "Your an abmoniation"
That you've lost your chance at Heaven
Becuase you've chosen to love.
I want to live in a world without God
Without fear
Without pain,
And in this world though i may lose my faith
Lose my hope
Lose my soul,
I'm sure I'd find my happiness
And that's enough.
Literature
Graduation Day
Graduation Day:
They told us we would be alright...
We had fought with honour and won our titles.
We had overcome trials together -
Watching dozens of our siblings fall in the line of duty.
For this they had promised us, a wondrous welcome;
A bountiful world of adventure, with a myriad of paths.
All this, they said, awaited us in the stone cities.
Large metropolises, where the working folk resided...
There were hundreds of us, who made that journey.
Walking miles across the scorching desert,
Clinging to a hope of the fortunes beyond.
Yet what awaited us was not a promised land -
Nor was it a life based on the merit we had earned.
Literature
I Am Flawed
From body to soul and in between,
They blotch the parchment that is me;
I know of worse flaws I have seen,
But surely
I am flawed.
I sometimes lose my temper,
Use my mouth before my mind;
I ponder things I could do better,
And regret them for a time.
I can be harsh, I can be blunt,
I tend to hide my thoughts;
But this is far from what I want:
To be in someone's heart.
Comparisons are hard to make
Since we are all unique.
But half the time my words are fake;
The real me is a freak.
Regardless,
These flaws define me, describe me—
They make me what I am.
In that light, I'm proud to say that
I
am
flawed.
Literature
The Way We Live
The Way We Live:
We all have our own little struggles;
Pushing on forward as the tragedies double.
A life led with pain and exhaustion too immense,
I'm pushing down walls as my muscles go tense.
But these are the words that you'll never hear me spit.
I'd never say I'm 'giving up' or if I should 'quit'.
I'm really freaking stupid so just tell it to my face,
And even then I'd never give up the right to race.
I'm like a lone arrow drawn and shot from a bow,
Blustered by the winds of all the things I don't know.
I'd never figure out if I'd reach the final mark,
But I know that I'd never lose my glowing inner spark.
And that's all it
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OMG i can feel the religious debate and attack comments before i even submit this. I wanted to add a cover but i couldn't find anything that remotely fit this theme. This was partially inspired but yet another Regina Spektor song. I hope people are still willing to favorite this (if they believe its good) even if you don't necessarily agree with what i wrote. (ALSO I don't believe in any religion and don't feel like being converted). Hope everyone enjoys.
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Great poem. No master, no slaves.