Thursday, November 8, 2012

"Ulterior Motives"

Doubt fills my heart when I hear your words—
excuses offered upon the alter
I no longer believe
Cynicism flows within my bloodstream
my hair prickles on the back of my neck—
warning, warning, warning, warning
Take care

You promise paradise and salvation—
redemption and forgiveness
for my trespasses
as you sin again and again
Proffering your version of God—
distorted through your visions

You raise your voice in righteousness—
indignant with my humanism
you pray for my soul
You—so callous and uncaring
of all suffering
but your own

Copyright 2011 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman

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