is there a god

watching my wrongs, waiting

on me to beg 

his forgiveness, I

can’t stand the thought

each move as loss never 

caught the martyr’s illness, why

does it seem off

feelings and thoughts who is

still here and sinless, flawed

broken to start

aren’t we all 

aren’t we

all 

is there a god

somewhere far off, letting

us be monsters and children, I

ask if he’s gone

ignoring our calls who is

left here to witness, why

does he need applause

prayers and songs how does

this pass for blessedness, flawed

broken to start

aren’t we all

aren’t we

all

I saw a child cry hot

tears on a cold night

She saw the lovers suffer

right until they died

They saw the missile cruise

through the air before the strike

Searching in the darkness 

for a hint of light

Searching in the darkness
for a hint of light