Who needs to grow up
in this world
when every day is one less
you'll live
or rather one less day
you'll subsist.
Where visions of the
future and ethereal
dreams are spent on
trailer park women
with curlers in their
hair, telling the
stories in between
clicks of their gum
or puffs of their
cigarettes
Why is faith so hard
when you can think
Proof only comes to
those who already
believe
Revelation is branded
as insanity,
and it's just as well.
The prophets are all
dead and God has
nothing more to say.
So all we get is
silence.
Better than knowing
what divinity
really thinks of us.
While he smites,
we've created evil
If it weren't for us,
Lucifer would
never have fallen
We are the tempters
not the victims we
perceive ourselves
to be.
After all that
we still let
it happen
Feign innocence or
plausible deniability
Doesn't matter
use the excuse.
There's a way out
Hail Mary, full of grace
all sins forgiven
But forgotten?
That's for our earthly
counterparts to decide-
and so impossible, no
matter what they say
A god that says nothing. . . .