So?

I remember thinking
From the earliest days
More life
Do I have to have it
More flesh
Am I just rotting
God’s peace
Childish dream
Now I slow down
Still I ask
Why fear him
He’s supposed to love us
Why die
When he’ll resurrect us
Why live
When he has his angels
Why fuck
When it’s a dirty habit
Why think
When we must obey him
Why pray
When he’s the only one
This truth
Is such a lie

© 2005, Mosquitobyte