The book sits on the wooden table.

A marble floor, marble walls, and marble columns line this fable.

The church buried in the sand.

Skeletons that sit in space.

He asks, "Am I Jesus?" but the awnser contains "No."

There is a bible. It is covered in blood. There is no innocence or justice in war. It is covered in blood. It was made to kill the ones with strong ideals. It is covered in blood.

A tome encrusted in silver of the purest forge of iron..

It is covered in rust.

The pages were copied into a book that tells the future, it is covered in blood.

And the pigs did dance joyously
Chanting "we're free, we're free"
Until they grew wings

And they flew graciously
Only taking time away from their delight
To snort and shout
"Oye ye wankers grow up"
And they ate the clouds of their imagination

Misty and cold
My penis burst forth decadently
Decorated with feathers and jewels
Turning into a potato with all the glory of a disgruntled oompa loompa

Seeking soil as it fell through the sky
Spontaneously deciding to be spontaneous
It began to chant
Fry fry fry fry fry
So came Zeus
Sending forth a mesh shaped lightning bolt
Frying and cutting the confused potato
Spinning joyously the fried delighted in his state
Only to be gobbled up by a confused pig

Whom we later find out died of a heart attack because he had high cholesterol

i liked the ending, to both of your poems :D the 1st one gives u an ending where u feel kinda and the second 1 gives a an ending where u feel kinda +:)

You are too ham-fisted at the wrong times. There was a subtlety available in "The church buried in the sand" that you corrupted by absolutely bludgeoning the reader with your point. Just describe a church wearing away in the sand; the image contains all that you are trying to say, but is much more subtle about it.

You kids, not enjoying subtlety.

I hate explaining my poetry, so I won't.

You clearly don't hate explaining it, considering lines like, "[The Bible] was made to kill the ones with strong ideals." Don't get me wrong; I agree whole-heartedly with that sentiment. It's just all a bit too easy.