POETRY SLAM!

[Cerce]

*WARNING: The following poem contains heavy religious involvement, and is in no way attempting to aggravate or otherwise cause problems to those of different religions. It should be noted that I thought of it while mowing the lawn*

A boy walking home from a hard day of school;
Just a simple average guy, neither smart nor a fool;
With friends who thought he was a religious tool;
Had a thought, in his mind, all gloomy and dark;
Of himself, saying only, "You were doomed from the start"

He startled himself, with a thought this low.
"That's not usually me, all filled with sarrow;
I'm sure I'll feel better, come tomarrow."
Yet that thought still prevailed, and still left its strange mark;
Himself, yet not, saying "You were doomed from the start"

Upon reaching his house, he realized with gloom;
That this vioce was not his, speaking of impending doom;
He knew of one being who make thought so soon;
That being was evil, death, cunning and smart;
Telling this boy that he was doomed from the start.

The voice just continued, saying it was the truth.
"Your friends don't listen, your argument moot;
Your parents don't think you can even work a booth;
That girl turned you down when you spoke from the heart;
Don't you see, young man, your just doomed from the start?"

He fought with himself, thinking words to say;
Finally remembering to stop and pray;
"Jesus, help me fight off this thought today;
This voice keeps reminding me in a tone that is stark:
You are a lie, and I am doomed from the start."

A wave of peace and joy filled his soul;
A feeling so wonderfull, yet took no toll;
It felt as if something were making him whole;
His voice, all booming, with a powerfull spark;
"My child, I was there, strait from the start."

This new voice, all comfort, and none of the din;
"It's true," He said, "You were all born in sin;
But that doesn't mean you can't join me and my kin;
Trust me, my child, you have a special part;
Don't listen to him; you weren't doomed from the start."

The boy finally knew what he had to do.
"Satan," he said, "I know it is you;
But my God is God of all that is true;
No matter how hard you try, you won't tear us apart.
Devil, it's you, who is doomed from the start."

A sick feeling in his stumach began to unfold.
But that feeling of comfort didn't grow old;
In fact it was stronger, and him growing bold;
But the devil said, "Hah! Life isn't a tart;
I'll wait till your older, you're doomed from the start!"

But the boy said, "Satan, why can't you see?
God is more powerfull than you'll ever be;
He has the keys to death, not thee;
You're already defeated, and cannot outsmart;
Because Jesus has risen; I'm free from the start."

The boy felt a pressure lift from his chest;
He felt good; in fact he felt blessed.
It seemed he had passed the Devil's test.
For with God in your life, in hole, not in part;
He'll always be with you.
Strait from the start.