The Lie Of God

What happens when a soul is down in the dumps.

Seated spawn and the eyes glaze
Welcome to these demonic days

The chip is large, the rock is heavy
Leaking potential away from the levee

A matter of choice, a matter of chance
And they giggle about the safety dance

They lack desire, they lack the drive
They haven’t the need to truly strive

Failing grades are simply symbols
Their total desire would fill thimbles

Mother and father are knocking it out
And the rest of authority loses the bout

Teachers, police, and social workers
All boiled alive in the pressure cooker

Called society, called the broken field
Until the apocalypse, it shall not yield

And the God of existence gives no hope
No wonder so many can’t even cope

The universe can destroy us on a whim
And the universe is our metaphor of Him

Projection toward the sky, the inclination
Just to rationalize our collective station

And the children know that adults are liars
Just trying to quell all the thirsty fires

The fires of adolescence are always hearty
For bucking the system and starting the party

And the children that comply have the fear
Of authority, and that much is ever so clear

They are the outliers, they are the achievers
They are the closers, the pitching relievers

And the children that fall of the map
Are the ones that don’t give a crap

They are the eyes that glaze over
Like the dead dog they call Rover

And they collect the check every thirty days
Life persists undirected in the notorious way

So much for the belief that life really matters
Like the lie of God, it’s been totally shattered

Reviews

[Liza]

you made the rhyme work out smoothly - smart and profoundly