If I don’t believe
Then, am I one of the damned?
Or has the world been deceived
About God’s son of man?
Often times I ask
Why must I still wait,
For my life’s last
To get in Heaven’s gate?
There is darkness;
Oh, how it takes its toll.
It comes from the starkness
Of the cost in human souls.
Give something real.
Something I can touch.
Don’t hand me a righteous spiel,
About how God loves me so much.
Where is the light?
I am surrounded by the dark.
If Is there a holy fight,
What is my sacred part?
About the Creator
Mark Stigers
One year after my birth sputnik was launched, making me a space child. I did a hitch in the Navy as a electronics tech. I worked for Hughes Aircraft Company for quite a while. I currently live in the Saguaro forest in Tucson Arizona
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