verhaaltje (religion sucks)

once there was this world
a lovely world where things were going just fine
then some one was born
it was on the darkest day of summer
any closer to hell it could not be

the world changed and people thought something was different
and then they thought it was okay, but they just got used to the worsening conditions

this kid born on that dark summers day
grew up, being loved by the parents and every one
they had high hopes and wished the kid the best of the world
faith had given rise to the kid born on that dark summer day
fait had made the kid powerful, their faith was his fait.

as he grew up he learned about the world
and thought of what could be so wonderful
sheltered from all the pain that had come
he did not know any better than that it was going well
but later in his youth he began to see
the ugly things they hid from his eyes
worse, he saw the horrible lies the beautyful people told him
and still they had faith in him
while they lied and cheated to make the world look better than it was
and maybe it was not their fault
cause they were grown accustom to it.

he read about war and femin
about disasters and plague
and he wondered
how can all these good intended people do so bad ?
they all speak beautyful words
but they do stupid horrible and painful things
how can it be ?
then he realized
was it not
his own reflection ?
their faith in someone to change it all
and he
knowing the faith they had and have in him
he just wasting it away in thought and idle hands ?

and he wondered about this for some time
and he lost his way in this for some time
even grew believe in something other than him
and why ?

he knew he should not be
and he made a mirror image
passed it on to someone special
all because he could not bare the responsibility
if he ever had it, cause faith is no more than believing
and believing is just hoping against the odds,

will she come ?
he hoped she would
but she did not
his faith was betrayed and he knew
it was not her but it was he who betrayed himself and her
he knew he should never have placed that responsibility with her
how could he, the monster !

then he decided he would take responsibility
if he did others were sure to follow
but he forgot, in all his doing and wandering off
he placed the things he held dear so far away
and he had nothing close
everything was scattered

broken by this people still had faith in him, cause they could see him rise from his ashes
he rose from the dark himself
never knowing that he rose on the hopes of one day
one day to meet her
again.

he met, well met ?
he came face to face with the poet
he was there to hold the peace
he was there to save the world from things unseen
but faith had faded
the people found a new,
one that could not sink so low
one that had no mood swings or any feeling for that matter.

he felt betrayed once more
and looked in the mirror
he was the cause

all their faith he wasted on thoughts
negative feelings and well things you should not touch

and now forsaken
he thought it was better than belonging
and he still does
but trapped and trampled
he tries
to get to that one day
to make it all better.