hey God!
how ya doin' up there?
perhaps You are tired
and might use a chair?
to sit, relax and maybe think it over
you know, time flies and You are getting older...
You're Time itself
You are the Music and You are the Lyrics
I know: You are my inner self
I care not for stoics or for cynics
there are no sinners as there are no saints
we all but little misbehaving children
the Love bestowed on us from high above
is mirky Evil's deadly foe - the Lantern
I fear not what future holds
for all I know there is no future
if we go on like this - forlorn -
our selfish thoughts are Devil's fav'rite nurture
they said You don't exist
they said You're dead and buried
they kicked and crucified Your Son
their arrogance was their only merit
but You forgave 'em all -
knaves, foolish in their pride...
I thank You for the caring guidance
of those who do believe and those who don't
and if You're gone forever... well, good riddance
the image of my sword will haughty haters haunt
23.5.2012
Jun 17, 2012
Jun 17, 2012 at 8:16 AM UTC
hey God!
how ya doin' up there?
perhaps You are tired
and might use a chair?
to sit, relax and maybe think it over
you know, time flies and You are getting older...
You're Time itself
You are the Music and You are the Lyrics
I know: You are my inner self
I care not for stoics or for cynics
there are no sinners as there are no saints
we all but little misbehaving children
the Love bestowed on us from high above
is mirky Evil's deadly foe - the Lantern
I fear not what future holds
for all I know there is no future
if we go on like this - forlorn -
our selfish thoughts are Devil's fav'rite nurture
they said You don't exist
they said You're dead and buried
they kicked and crucified Your Son
their arrogance was their only merit
but You forgave 'em all -
knaves, foolish in their pride...
I thank You for the caring guidance
of those who do believe and those who don't
and if You're gone forever... well, good riddance
the image of my sword will haughty haters haunt
23.5.2012
