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Rated: E · Poetry · Biographical · #2198251
God on His golden throne. As if gold would mean anything to Him. Think about it.
Do not speak of God on His golden throne.
It nauseates me.
You lower Him to the level of Man.
I cannot abide, I cannot understand.
For one who creates a universe
To be associated with the soft yellow rocks
That you killed my people to get
So you can live in luxury
You forgive yourselves and forget
But to think that one such as He
An omnipotent, omniscient deity
Would cherish gold
Is just the thing that proves to me
That your understanding is lunacy
For God knows all you've said and done
For rocks that glitter beneath his sun
And not for all the gold in the world, I say,
Would I want to be you come Judgement Day.

G. Gabriel
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