**I wrote this poem in rebellion at my grandmother. She keeps telling me that I'll burn in hell or I am a cretin or something like that. All of her christian views are so hypocritical, it makes me sick. And so, here it is.




The Un-attainable Heaven


Can they grasp the concept,
of a brusque impossibility?
The sins of their forefathers,
abominations of creation
Can never be forgiven?

But why is it we try,
to reach the un-attainable Heaven.
Why sit upon cloud nine
To be all alone,
When you can burn with me?


I still remember the day,
you told me I could be saved.
Like I ever had a chance,
to right the wrongs, fix the misdeeds,
and embrace salvation.

But why should I try,
to touch the un-attainable Heavens?
Why sit upon a golden throne,
embroidered with arrogant loneliness?
When we can burn together?


Why bend my knee willingly,
when I can spit in the savior's face?
And remark on his abandonment,
of a species teetering on the brink,
of self destruction?

And though we reach to the skies,
tears streaming into our eyes.
Crying out for the un-attainable Heavens,
to take the pain away,
No answers will ever come,
to keep our demons at bay.