The fluent obscurity

Wishes and horses
One is useless, the other is a slave
In control of your mind, ruled by loathsome forces
Tell me now, how can we be brave

Ask your God
Let him speak
You shan't speak for your lord
It is his voice I seek

So many paradoxes
So many beguiling tongues
We are all effing Pandora boxes
Yet it seems your God is drawing the silent bongs

I just want answers
That's another paradox
Answers trickle from beautiful misers
Who managed to trap a Pandora box

Please take misery
The only solution, do not turn noses at it
It's the only we get for free
And we heard free things make Pandora heart beat

I'll roar at this world's odd arrangement
But I know u have too
Cried till your heart was a hot droopy filament
But nothing talks back, the hell would you do

God of answers dead or not
Must be conjured for my sake
And the sakes of the billions of my sort
For the response we want, our own piece of cake