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 there’s no “above”

There’s no justice

Just a cause and a cure

And a bounty of suffering

It seems we all endure

And what I’m frightened of

Is that they call it “God’s love”



Twisted torment, make-believe

There’s a truth and we all submit

“Believe my eyes,” my brain replies

To all that they interpret



[Chorus]



I know there’s no reason for alarm

But who needs perspective when it comes to pain and harm

We can change our minds; there’s a better prize



But first you’ve got to…

[Chorus]



They call it God’s love

My pain is God’s love






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