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!
Copyright © Zoe Orrell | Year Posted 2016
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