God Is Dead
God is dead.
We kill him every day
by what we do and what we say.
The self delusioned fool proclaims
there is no God and walks away
yet, in our heart of hearts we call his name
knowing we are frauds and flawed
due to our selfish wants and not by God.
God is not dead
Just Silent and alive
allowing our destinies to be self contrived
by free will and our own intelligent designs
as we believe we are creators more benign.
Fools we play bent upon world wide destruction
deciding who lives or dies with power as seduction.
God is not dead, he watches all with tears in his eyes.
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