With the eyes of the weary,
And the strength of the weak,
I travel this road helplessly,
In a line with millions more.
I walk under the sun, searing,
As it subdues me to my knees,
That keep on chasing a dream,
Which could be just folklore.
I peel off all of the blisters,
From this merciless endeavor,
To drain myself of the poison,
That is killing me regardless.
Does this God really exist or,
Can I chase my tail forever,
Fighting for life to never win,
Or even justify these bruises?
We all reach up to the clouds,
Hoping the hands of salvation,
Will come and take us away,
From everything that is wrong.
How can God be looking down,
If he allows total devastation,
To decide ones untimely fate,
Without parity or explanation?
I hang my head not in shame,
Rather out of a lack of hope,
Because I’m sick of looking up,
If the sky is always the same.
I plead for more sunless days,
But I’m afraid of the unknown,
Blisters bleed and drip of pus,
I wish you could feel my pain.
When will this come to an end,
Or is it too out of your control?
We live to be judged by you,
But you can’t stop a massacre.
You miss death and oppression,
Just to tie strings to our soul,
It seems to me you have no clue,
You just place blame on Lucifer.
A powerless man with a weapon,
Becomes more almighty than you,
How can I justify worshipping,
A man that can’t even save me?
It seems to me that a mortal sin,
Is you letting man decide who’s,
Life is randomly worth stripping,
Without the heart to intervene.