Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-5239282-20140807152832

Part one of six of my "System of a Fault" saga (I'm only uploading the first three). The next two, Purgatorium and Hell, will come shortly.

While it's meant to be critiqued as an overall story, I figure these three have enough merit or "creep" to them, yeah?

Paradise
Come to the underground,

Where the severed tongues make sound,

And those once lost are found.

Mother Earth loved humans so much

As to bless us with her bountiful touch.

This is the true paradigm of what humanity can bring:

Time flows, yet the waters of life still spring,

And we are not hindered by bondage’s sting.

The economy soars just as birds as they fly,

The air lifts as the meek child coos in his mother’s eye.

Myriads of grain grace the lush countryside,

Delivering satisfaction and happiness worldwide

And sweeping hunger into nonexistence’s tide.

Modern medicine’s wonders have produced its fruit,

Leaving sickness and pestilence all but uprooted.

The blind view spectacles of the Earth’s grace,

The lame tread upon hallowed green grass, like lace,

And the deaf, reinvigorated by hearing the Earth’s pulse race.

No gods, no laws;

Everyone has a share in fulfilling their cause.

Earth’s boundless love drips generously, like morning drizzle;

So let it wash over you with its chisel,

Pacifying and smothering hatred with a fizzle.

No man can sheathe his sword

Into the comrade he once adored.

Neither prejudice, nor hatred:

The innermost intrinsic feelings of the heart have been negated,

The destructive hubris of man deflated.

Towers scrape the sky,

Symbols of man’s accomplishment to the angel’s eye.

Sprawling metropolises transcend both sea and land,

Defiantly forcing God’s hand

As He grasps His glory’s last strand.

Forgotten in exchange for progression,

His anger builds as He observes man’s transgression.

To challenge God and trespass His domain:

Partaking in sin’s cup, man has failed to abstain,

Adhering to Mother Earth’s devotion in vain.

Why won’t they praise and give glory to me?

The whore of the Earth will only cast them into destruction’s sea.

They should be sucking me off like fleas.

Such is the power of the whore’s devotion,

But just as the tides recede back to the ocean,

So too is man’s naive notion.

They proudly refuse to honor my great name

And build temples their loyalty to proclaim.

For man is but a slave to his desire

And a pawn to the all-powerful buyer,

So ask yourself: “How harsh will my punishment be in the holy fire?” 