MAN, GOD, and SATAN

Death swipes its trophy as another child dies Gunshots drowned out by a broken mother’s cries Lifeless innocence proving the twisted nature of reality A heart’s passionate faith dies in the arms of brutality How can this be? They say You’re behind it, a divinity of hypocrisy You turn Your blind holy eye to bloodlust animosity Why don’t You save them, why don’t You bring peace? The world has chosen to hate You, and they’ve laid out their fleece How can You be? Is faith blindness to reality? Death breathes upon My face with these nails ripping My skin But you only smile, a reflection of how your black heart’s so thin I tried to save you, tried to bring you peace in your world of disease Why won’t you love Me, just take My bloodied hand please How can this be? Demons say you’re nothing but mindless toys for the taking You turn your mortal eye to all this death that’s been reaping Why don’t you save each other, why don’t you seek peace? I have chosen to love you, I’ve laid out My Son on lease How can you be? Is mortality blindness to reality? You know, I love your deep philosophical theological atrocity Your arrogant self-assurance makes the kill so very sweet to me You’re far beyond saving, though salvation’s right in front of you But you won’t see that, my loving little puppets, for I’m the master fool I know how this can be, how you can be, how I am You won’t be blind in my reality, but then it’ll be too late.Just some personal thoughts of mine, in response to some stuff I've read here lately. I hope you caught on to there being three speakers . . . Written April 1st, 2002 © on Apr 01 2002 02:35 PM PST   18 • 0 • 13