Burden

The burdened backs 
of the faithful Crack,
When put against you god,
They fracture under lack

What with Worn out eyes,
That might as well be blind
you think they could they see fit
To lead this human kind

We'll bring a better tale
Of glory and entrails
We'll make them all believe,
It's what is meant to be

god
It's what the people need
God
It's what we wanna see
God
He's only in our dreams
God
His plan never helped me

When the sun goes down
the lost children pray
When the morning comes
The fools celebrate

How much hollow love
how much unplanned loss
Could this plan of ours
Really, truly, cause

How much needless pain
How many wasted years
How many armies slain
How many Mother's tears

God
It's what the people need
God
so bow down at his feet
God
he forced his breath in me
God
I never asked to be
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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