|A Girl, a Maple, and a Lie [message #1559]
||Sat, 16 July 2016 17:46
Registered: September 2015
This was inspired by a suicide note that was posted online. The absolute lack of God in our young people's lives and the lies about life after death and belief in Spiritualism, and the glory that is given to death has created a sad situation for kids. They are feeling and experiencing so much and don't have the slightest clue that there is someone who loves them more than they could ever know. Their parents failed them, their schools and teachers failed them, and they buy right into Satan's lies.|
She left a note for her boyfriend
She promised him a sign.
She gave away her books, cleaned her room
And kissed her mother goodnight.
She put on her favorite dress,
And slipped out into the cold moonlight.
Her earbuds pumped the saddest music she could find
And on her cheeks her desperate tears dried,
Scuffed black boots carried her to the industrial lot
Where the grass had conquered the blacktop
And she fell under the twisted old maple
Old friend of her youth, ever silent and faithful.
She stared at the stars and wished she'd seen more
Before she'd decided to leave,
Before the darkness had convinced her there was nothing worth staying for.
Guilt pierced her at the thought of her mother, her sisters and brothers.
But they'd see it was worth it, she'd make herself known
Her name on the lips of the young and the old.
She was tricked, she was trapped- in the myth, in the lie
She thought there was romance in a broken heart
And glory only in the way you die.
Her trust lay in treacherous human hands
And her faith in faulty man.
Of course they let her down, of course they did!
A train rumbled nearby and she closed her eyes
Bitter tears watered her tree for the last time.
She told herself that the sharp edge of the knife
Could be no worse than more of this life.
It was fitting that she truly be as cold and empty
As she felt inside.
The maple shivered as its young friend died
And somewhere someone laughed, while another cried.
He'd shared her tears and counted her sighs,
Always he'd been at her side,
But a cold voice amplified her sorrow
And promised relief - even triumph, if she died.
A boy found her in the morning and ran away horrified,
How could she have known that years down the road,
He'd remember her face as he took his own life?
But she got her shrine, with the candles and the gifts,
And the town talked of her for a long time,
And her boyfriend waited in vain for her sign.
Someone cut down her friend, the old maple
Afraid for the young ones, already unstable.
On it's scarred stump he placed a bible
And prayed to God that visitors to this place
Might find the love that she'd never claimed
And in their sorrow find His strength.
[Updated on: Sat, 23 July 2016 11:01]
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