This is a poem i wrote tonight. Some of the religious language was inspired by a movie i just bought, some by songs, some from my head. Give it a shot

"Forsaken" by Brianne Thibert 4/7/09

"Holy Mary, mother of god"
please tell me what to do
sometimes i feel so alone
and where the Hell are you?
i am honest, i am good
and i try very hard
but i'm not perfect, nor a saint
i'm a sinner who's been scarred
i've been in pain, i've been in tears
in my own front yard
i've been broken and afraid
i'm just a foolish Bard
forgive me for my trespass
i've walked someplace unknown
where flames are high and evil eyes
torture my damned soul
is there no penance i can pay
to take me out of here?
The Valley of the Shadow of Death
is something to be feared
and "Hallowed be thy name" it seems
i know who you are
Lucifer, Mephistopheles
this has gone too far
cast this demon from my body
that drains purity from my soul
there's nothing left for him to take
i can no longer pay the toll
oh wretched gods, hear my cries
will you not hear from thee?
why does he come to MY temple?
why hast thou forsaken me?
i cannot vanquish this demon
for then i must take his throne
but so long as he dwells in my veins
my soul is not my own
Retribution may be hope
but for what is it i shall pay?
Redemption has become a word
sickly humorous to say
and if i should succomb to him
to possess me all the way
why do i not have even his demon strength
or will to fight another day?
he would deny the very vessle
that keeps him here on Earth
he would even deny my only
chance for a rebirth
where the hell is my Archangle
has Michael lost his wings?
where's the promised peace, serenity
am i the only one left who sings?
where's the hero for this soul
is there one strong enough for I
the one who'd rather walk through fire
than show weakness from my eyes?
i understand why you'd decline
to try to pacify
if he saw the likes of you
surely you'd be crucified
so i will bear this heavy debt
Lest it should be paid
"Thy kingdom come, thy will be done..."
Give me just this day