In a world of extreme depression
Raging violence
Numbing pain

In place such as this
Where inhabitants
Fear the serpent’s kiss

Gunshots graze the
Innocent
Bloodshed is the norm

Murder’s our new hobby
In this, hell’s eternal storm.

Rage haunts the streets
Breaking into hapless homes
And tender flesh

In a place such as this
Where inhabitants fear
The serpent’s kiss

In place such as this
How can timeless truth be told?

Flawless love borne of flesh and blood
Flesh and blood
Strewn upon the pavement….

Oh, but the fanatics are blind
For they can’t see

The carnage their god demands
The carnage he makes us pay
The carnage we,
the rest of the world, perceive

Death upon earth, his altar
Death in the most disgusting way

The god they blindly worship
Deserves only scorn

The god they blindly worship
Is evil in its most tainted form.

It is he who built this world
He who produced humanity’s rage

Their god created life
Then imprisoned it in this hell-bent cage

Their god
The god “of love”

So forgiving
Awesomely divine

Their god has watched his creation
Suffer since the dawn of time.

Their god
The god “of love”
Reigning continuous torment upon
His children from above…
Anxiety
Anger
Death
Destruction
Murder
Mayhem
Starvation
Suicide
Violence
Vengeance
All of these given by god, our bastard creator….

Oh, but maybe I’m wrong
Perhaps this is all just a show of my ignorance

But a god who eternally afflicts the beings he unconditionally loves
…to me, it just doesn’t make sense.











 
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