LIFE AS A SEQUENCE OF SADNESS

I seriously believe that God is a screwball...He's got his head all mucked up...can we vote him out of office? Motion passed...



What provokes you God,
To take a knife, and tear us apart?

So you name it justice
Or despair?
Is it for the silver lining in the clouds
That you pick and choose from among us
So you can hit us, just to hurt us
And leave us feeling for you
In the dark.

Shadows blur, the edges unfurl
And a monster springs awake
Ridiculous laughter, penitent disaster
Everything is slashed away.
The music dies, people cry
Is this a brand new day?
Pejorative smiles, pellucid lies
Will the truth be left unsaid?

So when shall this
Shadow fade?
Is it for us to decide for ourselves
That we arbitrate when people die
So we can hurt us, just to hit us
And leave us standing here alone
In the dark.

Extravagant thought, exuberantly fought
And a lie is all that's left
Sinking penury, perverted perjury
Everything we want is denied.
Shining knights, purple lights
Is this farce the only way?
Wrecked dreams, bitter cream
Will the fire be left unfed?

So do we laugh
Or cry?
Is it just paint on the wall
That we put on this camoflage
So we can dance, at this masquerade
And leave when we're done
In the dark.

Where is the meaning God,
Of this life, and predilection?