Flame To Fire
You never expect life, to take such a tragic turn.
You turn a spark to fire, forgetting about the burn.
People, hope, and god, attempt to stop the flame.
You refuse to listen, they're the ones to blame.
Feverish and blind, down goes another bottle.
A fiery sweet sensation, turns into tomorrow.
Ignorant godguzzling parents, worship, pray and hope.
That maybe you'll get tired enough, so they can can shove HIM down your throat.
You won't let this nonsense god, rise you up again.
So in goes another needle, and the numbness begins.
Spineless believers of the world, whatever happened to you all?
Did a big bad god tell you, that if you didn't pray you'd fall?
Explain then how...
Ripping familes apart from the ones they love
Taking children away, steeling them for above
Murding friends who never left our side
Abusing wives because with the bottle he did collide
and fathers that leave their family behind...
Could come from "The Most Loving God of All"?
Copyright © Erica Studer | Year Posted 2010
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