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Haven’t been doing well since Easter’s been cancelled
He asked me to wait but my faith has been trampled
The God of the Bible said he’d stop it but hasn’t
My suffering God’s been unusually absent
A child in my temple, I waited three days
I waited three more then walked empty highways
I walked empty Times Square and past empty cafes
I saw used rubber gloves and unused ashtrays
I saw abnormal things in friend’s parents x-rays
and severity peaked in some 10-12 days
And then in the ER an addict threw urine
mother made to stand, no bed free to endure in
with foundations destroyed what can righteous do
and who among righteous with nothing to do
can be still and know in this enforced stillness
that He has a plan, where is Your brilliance in this
I won’t waste my sorrows on Him and false hope
My name written in heaven, a false horoscope
If He can’t control it it’s out of control
I lose mine
I can’t rhyme
My rhymes are out-shined
have no structure
I must re-structure my ideals my morals and ethics
The idea’s of my childhood now pathetic
Synthetic
Poetic okay
now I am a skeptic
and no, it wasn’t just the epidemic
it was You
it was YOU and YOUR APOLOGETICS
Haven’t been doing well since Easter’s been cancelled
It’s a house made of candy
like Hansel and Gretel's
It feels bad, doesn't it. This should rhyme but it doesn't.
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