Cradle Of A False God

by qawsee   Mar 12, 2009


From birth, we kneel
before the loving lord
who marks his son with a cross

From school we stand
and sing praise
to the almighty, perfect being
who for some reason demands it

At teen I look, watch and wait
to see the `Lord` and hold his hand
but i cannot see him, I am not in
His Cradle but instead
the Cradle of a False God

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