365 Days of Poetry: Day One-Hundred and Sixty-Seven

god doesn’t help you win games.
and he doesn’t give a shit about your plans.
god has better things to do.
spreading pain to you, and you.

god doesn’t need your money.
the prayers are enough for him honey.
the almighty is in it for the laughs.
and picking you up once you fall on your ass.

the Book is up for interpretation.
by men, more concerned with their station.
then any resemblance to truth.
don’t give these men your youth.

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About June Faramore

Writer of fantasy, mainstream, and young adult fiction. Poet and sketcher. Mother. I read a lot and love cheese. Guitar playing singer-songwriter. I also enjoy stepping on the cracks in the sidewalk. View all posts by June Faramore

2 responses to “365 Days of Poetry: Day One-Hundred and Sixty-Seven

  • sybax

    … but does she really only spread pain
    torture, inflict disease, and maim?
    don’t let the current state of the churches’ degradation
    blind you to the wonders of her creation

    we’re one of the marvels, not the spectator
    she’s not the judge, just the creator
    greater marvels may yet come to pass
    summit of creation my ass

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