Friday, September 19, 2008

In the Church of the Blood Stained Glass

You were simply children with wonderful tools
Fools with technology you never understood but used
You said God was dead so go away
And then God left you to your own intelligent designs
And you screamed that you were adult and ready
But only objectionable crumbs were left behind
Nothing but dyslexic purple prose from the intellectual science
That struggle to define morals in a vacuum
Nothing is left so we have only to hide in our time
We are left with mania in the classrooms
With children who worship things unkind
Intertwined legacies, a fate left to chance
A romance so doomed the dance of amorality and mind
No drugs can create it, no drugs can remove it
No drugs can define these things that make us so unhappy
No drug can disguise the lies we live with
No drug can allow you to love after you’ve despised all you have
You question why God left you alone
When it was you who asked for it to happen?
So you wonder why you trust,
When you know you’ll be betrayed again
Wonder why you exhaust your effort
When the devastation in your heart grows
When suicide will end the noise, any day
Decide now for your children hinge upon your choice
And the world you leave behind will be lost
From the world you destroyed by the chances tossed
No one cares so why don’t you just throw your life away
Death is just death so why don’t you throw life away
Because it isn’t that easy, and the pain is evidence you are alive
Biding time until you die, time time time, ticks, time
Don’t throw away what you don’t understand
Make a stand and survive for now it is all you have
But one will come who will change your mind.