God's Love
Striking at mental apparitions
Like a drunk on a vacant street
Silently beset by the hands of time
Indelicate in its fury
An aberrant crack as skeletons yield
To unrelenting gravity
While viruses prowl for helpless victims
Who succumb rapidly.
(Tell me!) Tell me;
Where is the love?
In a careless creation
When theres no above
Theres no justice
Just a cause and a cure
And a bounty of suffering
It seems we all endure
And what Im frightened of
Is that they call it Gods love.
Twisted torment, make-believe
Theres a truth and we all submit
Believe my eyes, my brain replies
To all that they interpret.
I know theres no reason for alarm
But who needs perspective when it comes to pain and harm
We can change our minds; theres a better prize.
But first youve got to
They call it Gods love,
My pain is Gods love.
