I really do not have the right words at the moment, I thought add this to your favorites and then come back again. But then, I was like just type your mind out.

But, I honesty have no right words, all I know is that it's an excellent piece of literature, of poetry, of life, of say-it-how-it-is.

It was long, but I was captivated long enough to read it all, eagerly.
I agreed on many points, I was touched by some, and impressed by others.

Ofcourse the purpose behind writing is not to make everyone agree with us, but to at least make our voice be heard, and yours has reached me by this poem.

It's a complex combination, simply set-figure of society, life, people, religion, politics and US.
How we are manipulated, how we fight that manipulation, how we get lost, how we are found, salvation, loss, and yet the clear vision at the end, which sadly opens the eyes on a sad truth.
I just have many emotions provoked by that piece.

I found it like a flash-of-light in the dark.

I replied to this, I have no idea where it's gone or where have I replied lol. I said, you definitely need not to worry in regard of lengthy poems you write. I assure you, with how you write it's easy to follow up a whole book.

I want that reply. anyway ^

I understand what you're saying, very well. And believe it or not, when you write for yourself, you'll find more people who could be relating and in favor of your work.

We are nude when we write for ourselves, honest to the core of our bones. Simply raw and crazy, any passionate or wounded, or blessed heart would relate to our work by then.

Keep it up!

Just keep writing however the way you would like to write, or however you feel like writing at the time you are writing. If you write however you feel like writing, the words come on their own, without you having to call for them.

As far as getting comments, it may take some time, though if your poems have "views" be sure to know that someone must have read the poem. If not, it doesn't matter, it may take some time but someone will end up reading it. We never know when... Until it happens, right? Lol

Anywho, nice piece. Jesus batteries die... But he is a torchlight, a flashlight, a candle light, he is pure light... He may seem like he extinguishes but not really...

All that is written here are common, many go through these thoughts, it can be traumatic in a way. It hurts though the spiritual food that you seek that has flesh and bones, I think you may find it where you least expect it. It can come from a homeless in the street to even dog ... Flowers? Hmm or even without flesh and bones.. poetry or music, or who knows, it just comes however it does.

Keep penning.

I agree with the above comments. Keep writing. Because I would love to keep reading poetry like this. I didn't even notice the length until my screen zoomed out and I saw the actual, entire page. Thank you for posting this.