Gray skies like an iron door,
The gates of Heaven are locked and barred,
No entrance, we're all sinners,
Upon our backs we're calloused and scarred
By our faith, by our faith,
Dinners of blood, fasting on hate,
Is this the separation of church and state?
This country is weak,
The people beat it down,
The search and they seek
For what can never be found,
These things do not exist,
Our mind twists them to be,
But can you see? Can you see?
Where are they?
Show me, show me,
Why pray to a genie in a bottle?
Why pray to something invisible?
Rub the lamp, there is nothing there,
You claim it's around us
Yet I don't see it anywhere,
You are lying,
Lying to yourself trying,
Trying to believe,
But God is closed, God is closed

I love this line...

Well thank you

Wow; very deep. Hmmmm. Your thoughts haunt me. Great Poem hun Jody

Thanks, I wrote it in the middle of the night when I was talking to David about religion and everything and so I just wrote this down trying to express how I feel, or at least how I feel at this point in time, beliefs always change. Glad it was haunting, I like my poetry to have that dark quality to them.