Saturday, January 24, 2015

God Never Said Get Your Claws Out

Excess has never ignited anything
But fear and loathing, overwhelming
I find solitude in moderation
Take a breather, take vacation

The best ideas seldom come at once
The best words formed first in bones
The best gifts are hidden in words
The worst words delivered to the world

Perhaps my depth is not as deep as yours
Maybe the real test is our acceptance
If there's a god, how does he measure success?
When he made us, what did he expect?

Oh, and he saw fit to destroy the masses

Resilient as we are we reconvened
Once we realized we could reconceive
To whose great altar are we all to pray?
What is true salvation in this day and age?

Are we all fit to be jury and judge?
Have we lost sight of what it is to love?
God called for differences between you and me
Is it our mission to condemn when we disagree?

When the pieces fall together what does the message spell?
Who decided it was up to any of us to tell?
Did God tell you to your face you had the right to understand?
I think you have suggestion confused with demand

Perhaps my depth is not as deep as yours
Maybe the real test is our acceptance
If there's a god, how does he measure success?
When he made us, what did he expect?

Oh, and he saw fit to love the masses


January 2008

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