bad religion – god’s love

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striking at mental apparitions
like a drunk on a vacant street
silently beset by the hands of time
indelicate in its fury
an aberrant crack as skeletons yield
to unrelenting gravity
while viruses prowl for helpless victims
who succ-mb rapidly

(tell me!) tell me; where is the love?
in a careless creation
when there’s no “above”
there’s no justice
just a cause and a cure
and a bounty of suffering
it seems we all endure
and what i’m frightened of
is that they call it “god’s love”

twisted torment, make-believe
there’s a truth and we all submit
“believe my eyes,” my brain complies
to all that they interpret


i know there’s no reason for alarm
but who needs perspective when it comes to pain and harm
we can change our minds; there’s a better prize

but first you’ve got to…

they call it god’s love
my pain is god’s love

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