Poezja

History presents itself anonymously, 
The strains and chains prevail, 
Unblocking itself in a mystical of legends, 
Subconsciously no one can derail.
 
Religious beliefs hold the science of life, 
As facts continue to break the ice, 
Belief becomes stronger through our own demise, 
But where is our lord and savior Jesus Christ? 
 
Faith penetrates our soul with soothing remedies, 
A gifted light glowing through our own betrayals, 
Day by day the belief we all came to surmise, 
Fosters away in the portrait of portrayals, 
 
Oh bible, bible, where art thou truth? 
Bring us peace and comfort, for which we long, 
Take our hands and increase our faith, 
Diminish these demons, belief of anything wrong, 
 
I cannot seem but to face hell, 
Judging by the prayers I scream to most, 
There was no God to take my pain, 
It was my belief that seemed to hold its post, 
 
Growing up strong, religious, and full, 
I led a childhood facing guilt all alone, 
When my beliefs held strong and life would proceed, 
It was stricken away; I to be tossed into the snow, 
 
Prehistory declares no documented proof, 
It’s our belief that keeps us in tact, 
We begin to deteriorate in our own passion, 
As you left our belief swollen and cracked, 
 
Show yourself to me as I regain life, 
Emotionally holding on to what is right, 
Prove to me now oh so help me God, 
Guide me with your nautical light, 
 
Show this faith something to believe, 
Otherwise I shall fade, 
My faith is strong but my belief is gone, 
And I shall pray no more upon this day.