Freedom I stand on this mountaintop, and I shake my hand at God. My head cranes backward, and my eyes, emblazened, level the night. Defiance carries the harrowing screams upward, and my fists assault the defenseless air. I announce my displeasure, I shout in my pain, I curse the guilt that has been bestowed upon me. I AM ATLAS! Strap your world to my back. Tell me what is right and what is wrong. Point me in the direction of hell. Prod me forward with your thunderbolt. Stake me upon the red hot trident, that you made of my beliefs. Raping my thoughts and damning my words, instilling your chapters and verse. Your images of saints and forgiveness; preaching to me of punishment and eternal fire. I shake my fists at you! Here for the world to see. DAMN YOU! I drink your blood, I climb your mountains, and I curse the house you built. No longer the son of that dysfuntional family am I. No longer a whore to your salvation. I stand here on top of your world to say, "NOTICE ME! These are my hands and my thoughts and I AM FREE
John Kilker's Questions:
How is the imagery, is it vivid enough? Is the message clear enough and is it powerful?