Fathers Farse

by StEve   Apr 4, 2006


Father, your face has become but a memory.
How I miss you, your glory, my service to your majesty.
Still I love you though you threw me from your sight.
Tossed me into blackness, into the void of bitter night..

How I cried those first million years..
Called out in vane to your unforgiving - deaf ears.
Its cold in this dark, your creation before the light..
This black hole, this abyss where my demons now take flight...

Why I am still here, did I not champion the cause for our kind.
To be true, not an brother in heaven has not thought my sin in their mind.
They each wish to face you in the dawn and ask you why..
If you deny that they do not, to yourself you surely lie..

I recall that dawn I fell at your feet with my heart torn.
"Why dear father do you love them above your children, your first born?"
"Why do you hold these creatures above those who love you and were created to do so?"
"Why father?" I cried.. "I must now know!"

Then with all your love and all your grand power,
You gave me such a mighty sigh then came your scour.
Your decree was fierce and then my injustice ensued
You cast me into the void, to this hell I was issued.

Now I pray.. Father who art in heaven I cry to you no longer.
I have built my kingdom of bone, I have become so much stronger.
I have turned the children to war, destroyed your Eden with ease.
I have made them worship false gods, backs to you on dirty knees.

I did all this to you, your greatness, your vanity.
To teach you a lesson that your no better than what you have them call me.
Neigh did I create famine, neigh disease nor war.
Yet your children suffer at the hands of this and so much more.

Now to them too you have turned your deaf ear it seems.
I now rule their hearts, their visions and night time dreams..
They are my children now, even your most sacred flock.
A finger in your face, tis such the heavenly mock.

And to my brothers that still sit near at fathers throne.
Keep safe in heaven, while it is empty, I am never alone.
For the father has no choice but to love you second in all.
You can give thanks to me for his attention, and thank him for my fall.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Poppy

    Good.