Many thoughts flying
And sides trying
To find the underlying meaning
To words actions and mannerisms
Winding up in a cataclysm -
Quickly turning to the television
In a fog, thick mist, I’m foraging
For a piece of me thats readable
Or even just believable
I’m a liar, I envy the friar
To whom the word is dropped down
For them to pray on and drop down
To their knees and say “Oh
God you guided me
Kept your eye on me
When I couldn’t see
And I believe
I believe”
But if I did so blindly seek
Affirmations from this heaven freak
There’s so much to concede
Cos my world is telling me
We don’t deserve equality
No, Earth’s no hell
But its a hell of a monstrosity
Good god
Is for those with no gut for suffering
For those who can’t bear uttering
Words that simply bounce around a void
Devoid of meaning and shattering
Their dreams of happiness
Good god
Suddenly this entity
Is growing heavy with hostility
Who's the enemy?
Think I’ll choose quite pleasantly/vasectomy
Over your supremacy