Remember

Note about this poem, I'd really like you to know this poem was meant merely to make one think, it was not meant to make anyone upset nor to criticize their religion. Think about it before you get mad. You'll see what I mean.

Wandering, my odd little soul,
From whence did it come?
Copy of that odd little goul,
From where does it call home?

I can't remember,
No wait, I know:
I don't want to remember,
The day He went too low.

Don't ask, don't tell,
That is now my policy.
For from the depths of hell,
God's voice did call to me.

"Reap your anger, reap your fear,
You have but to rejoyce.
For in your heart, I am here,
I will give you your voice."

"But why," I asked, "is your voice down low?
They said you were above!
Why," I asked, "to you should I bow?
When it is but I that I love?"

"Bow down?" God asked, "I said that not!
You should love me too, your King!
God is all, if not that what?
To me, all things do sing!"

"How do I know?" I asked God,
"You have lied more than once.
Understand, I am no dunce.
Miracles do not make a God!"

To this God's voice faded to the ground,
No more would his lies I hear.
His voice went down, down, down,
To his own inevitable fear.