Death's Sting

Death’s Sting

Idol of ice, god of cold absurdity,
That’s what it was, so freezingly numb.
Altar of frost, another life lost.
To the snow-speckled hands of death.

Another day passes as time fades slowly,
Grieving was so painful and cold.
Nobody listens and faith no longer glistens.
What is there to believe in any more?

The pursuit of blame just harvests the same,
The dismal and vain results as before.
“God wasn’t there, he just doesn’t care…”
Swift breakdown, disharmony- distance increases

I guess, in my position, I can only observe,
Maybe humans weren’t designed for death.
Crafted eternally in divine paternity,
We were to bear life. We were meant to live.

The tears that pour from our eyes,
The groans and moans of heartache’s sting.
Evidence our God’s divine existence.
They prove the very majesty of our king.

So true. Love the message. You have some awesome writing skills.

Maybe humans were not designed for life, maybe we are envious, maybe we are not angry at the loss of their soul but at the entrapment of our own capsule. Because where they are, the colors are inmaginable, and in his gardens they need no music for they can hear his symphony sing the wind.

Wonderful use of wording and rhyming