What's the point of a contest when there will be no winner? Why hope for the chance of understanding when we're all called sinners? What reason have we to wreak havoc like this Over the hope of the absolution of everyone's sins? You absolve whatever you want The world has no more sins to commit Your so-called attempt at redress Has only agitated the conflict You've the population to point it all out for you But in this world, population doesn't stop the spilling of the blood If anyone is to pay for the gradual apocalypse you've summoned It won't be your people who've spilled their blood on your command Why do we fight when there's nothing to fight for? Make up what you want, but government is war. You believe in your Jesus and we'll believe in ours Force us otherwise is what you do for power You're losing your listeners, we're out of our desks True absolution is to absolve the world of you
very strong. a wide array of words chosen, great job! i swear, i had to re read a few lines to completely understand them. strength well manifested in your poem. keep it up!