The Folly of Faith

By Purposelessness

Devoid of hope
The church bells chime
We wade through soap
To cleanse our minds

A distant goal before us waits
Taunting us as it seals our fate
Burn in hell our mothers cry
You're not mine our fathers lie

We pack our bags
And don't look back
Our empty threats
All foresight lack

Alone and cold we struggle on
And find our warmth, unholy son

We place our lives
Into his hands
We take our lives
And leave this land

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Published on Thursday, February 23, 2017. Filed under: "Philosophical" and "Poetry"

Comments on "The Folly of Faith"

On Sunday, February 26, 2017, carlosjackal (3011) wrote:

I concur with Summer about the first stanza and the whole piece was well worked snapshot of the ignorance and hypocrisy of religion.
On Friday, March 3, 2017, Purposelessness (150) wrote:

Thank you Carlos :)
On Thursday, February 23, 2017, Jerry stiles (251) wrote:

Great write,,"you're not mine our fathers lie",,priceless,,
On Thursday, February 23, 2017, Purposelessness (150) wrote:

Thank you guys :) I'm quite happy with this one. A little confronting for myself when I realised that I have lived all of this poem in one way or another. I'm glad someone has read it, analysed it and even been a little entertained.
On Wednesday, February 22, 2017, dwells (4285) wrote:

Bleakly stated Purp, but every society seems to have its own version. Something about instilling a sense of right and wrong on a naturally naughty world, or something. Cheers, and linger yet awhile! - Dan
On Wednesday, February 22, 2017, Allen (165) wrote:

That flows really nice. I couldnt help but notice even with the darkness of the poem. Much enjoyed
On Wednesday, February 22, 2017, Noel Haiasi (36) wrote:

The nice flow is the first thing I notice and I can relate to the whole religious brainwashing thing as well (my grandparents own a church). Quite the piece you've conjured up here, I enjoyed it thoroughly.