In the beginning, God created heaven, and earth
Created beings of fire and of dirt
In these are sons that God had given birth
Only to misguide, manipulate, and hurt

Of dirt is a man and of fire is a holy angel
Grants man and angel this gift called free will and pretends like he doesn’t know why they rebel
Even Satan was a son of God with desire to be like his father as any spoiled son. He was denied that possibility
So rather than serve in heaven, he reigns in hell for all eternity

God casts his son, his dark child with the apples of his eyes, the other called man
Like locking your beloved with a demented, flesh eating lion and worship him he demands?
Never! And with this, God refused to grant the one thing that divides men from animals…
The knowledge of good and evil! So that man would remain degraded, ignorant mammals

And for his own amusement, he sets policy and oppositions
While I struggle to an fro to live true, he watches and laughs at my own dementia
He leaves his confused children in an enigma
You’re a slapstick, you’re a spectacle, God’s Cosmo cinema

Don’t tell me about sin. Since the dawn of my existence, the prelude of my dark and sleepless nights
All I ever did was serve and worship wondering what the grand accolade would be like
But no longer will I tolerate my pointless paucity. It is neither, plausible nor right
The sleeper has awakened I have fallen and now I see the light

I don’t need a handbook for living
This vanity, a give that’s never giving
The reality hurts, but my wounds are healing
Healed over hard and deep like a tree mends in knots
Cast away priceless time dreams and imagination? I will not

Just spare me the constant lies
The false truths which life relies
No longer will MY steps be the dance of a fool
To serve a God who’s verdict is cruel

This just and holy God, quiescent on a throne at the pinnacle of celestial lights. Go worship, he created all
But he made the cycle, the cause and effect, the battle of good versus evil, He is the incentive for our fall
And for making man and angel with autonomy and with His gall
He punishes and judges our wrong because we’re merely insects for him to tread on as we crawl

If people were a number, then God would be the square root
Why create man like You when You don’t treat them like You
DON'T TASTE OF THE FRUIT?! DON'T CREATE THE FRUIT!!
Who am I to judge God? I say am like the infant he placed in the midst of tainted food

I will not taste his bile nor his bitter spirit
Until the day he swallows his godly pride and beg for forgiveness
He has broken my wings and I cannot fly
I have no purpose and am left to die
God allowed me to live in a tormented life
I always prayed, I did his way, I never strayed. I never thought to question why
All he ever did was watch the tears of blood I cry
My soul still could not find respite

The Lord is My Shepherd I shall not want, He make me to lie in pastures of green
Saunter in the shoes of ignorance and realize what life really means
Riven from God a distraught soul leaves
Riven is my heart, my deadly scream




 

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