Lighters That Don'T Light
high on a hill Elijah spoke
and when he was finished
all that was left of the sacrifice
was smoke
and i like the false prophet
on the hill
perished to the unwillingness
of your will
though my efforts
to call heaven's for a blaze
no heat or spark was made
all my wealth was spent
and yet nothing bought
only for a spark
of love diligently sought
my feelings were poured out
but went unloved
the sacrifices i made
were noticed and forgot
it was useless
cutting myself to plead
seeing now that there is no god
who will heed
it is as if the time i spent in worship
went unused and ignored
and all the empty promises
that were unkept with in my heart
all leapt and vanished
like a dream
never to be seemed
disbelief i have fought
with all my being
and with all my thought
once, i had hope
in the dreams we made
but they were my dreams alone
not the plans that were laid
it is his love that commeth down
like a serpentine fire
that devior all that you have made
in its impenaterable cell
a holocaust. compleaty burned up
your perfect praise
that you have given him
and my seed
left unwatered
my gift given
but not accepted
my time, lent
but not used
promises heard
but not impressed
all that is left
is a soul bereft
but let it be known
you caused my death
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