Your children've cried out their minds
For You. They blaim You as the reason for their wars.
You are the Treasure only chosen finds.
The rest ninety percent don't find a cause
for their pure pain.
Blind suffering. Where is Your "end is nign"?
Faith's killing people just as weed
Overconsumed with greed
Faith's spawning fanatics of every kind
Defilers drown in gold, the other ones just bleed.
I'm over it. Don't know a shit. That's surely not enough.
I am just grievy keeper of my oath. Or is it mine?
I think You watch and cry or watch and laugh.
And, yes, I've put that, 'cause it rhymes.
I think You never really cared.
I'm glad. This poem raiZed my self-esteem.
The last thing I posessed in world is Soul.
It turns out there's no Soul. I'm free.
Will go and make a giant hole
inside my head. Not yet.
All that is there, is WHY & WHY & WHY.
Why are they down, do bleed, are sick?
Today I die. Or people die.
No wonder and no magick trick
Will cure my soul, will cure us all.
Another "why" I'll get today.
I've let thoughs flow. I don't regret.
I will go down and pray.
Will You forgive? Is this too bad?
You have Divine Criteria, I don't.
16.2.12
