Don'T Talk To Me About God

Weren't we meant to be held Safe within his arms Well the only arms I see shoot bullets not pslams Would we let our children suffer like this? Innocent s covered in the blood of their mother's The evil and twisted in bliss! Eyes that have seen so much horror How can you ever let that go ,no matter how many tomorrow s Hug that child close to your breast You hold his life,your hand on his chest And when he takes his last breath,you also take yours For how can you take so much suffering No matter how many your flaws? So please ,don't talk to me about god He is not here ,he long ago fled Maybe he could take no more,after all the tears he'd shed A young man breaks another's skull Too small to waste his bullets on His small head smashed against a tree His body lifeless ,his soul runs free! His mother watches on, her heart has turned to ice She throws herself into the grave They made her dig last night The young man kicks the baby in,joins the others ,coughs an grins That man can treat another so bad Its more than wrong,its more than sad So don't talk to me about god,cause I don't wanna hear it The billions murdered in his name He must of fled to hide his shame Those nights I prayed he never came The soilders came instead,and dragged my children screaming From their warm and loving bed So please I beg you,don't talk to me about god He is not here ,he must be dead!