FicWad

Get me out of my mind.
I feel like I'm blocked inside.
Barricaded by the angels,
They're really the bad people.

I've now just found power in words,
Through pen and paper.
No stuttering,
No choking on words and making a fool of myself.
Just ink hitting the page, and writing the words of my cluttered mind.

Now I'm reaching new heights,
And climbing up ropes away from our demons.

The runway is lit and we're ready to land,
Angels are falling,
Its our fault at hand.

It's set in stone,
Written in the history books.
Our demons defeated the angels.
Now we look bad again,
I wish we could regain our peace.
Ad look like the good guys,
But angels have god on their side.

He's the 'good guy',
And Satan's the bad.
Isn't that just an old fad?

Well there's the bible,
Which tells a story,
Of holy glory.

It's all about good,
No one is perfect,
They say they forget your sins,
But can you really forget about all the bad things you did?

Now where is Jesus,
In all of the mess.
This world is just trying to impress.

We need someone to fix us,
Not some religious figure.
Maybe we could stand together,
As one,
And fix this world before it's really begun.

This did not end up how I thought it would. But here have my poem that started off fine then went to the left down the atheist road. Oops.