God Will Never Answer
To his high holiness
Tell me, were we less?
Tell me,
don’t make me guess.
Tell me why
Your plan meant
They would die
Did I hurt you?
Did I reach the sky?
Rip out your omniscient eye?
What did I do?
I demand on Christ’s name
You give me a clue.
Stop with the feign words
Spoken from your
Ordained herds
Tell me did I sin?
Tell me whose favor
I did not win
Tell me, was it Mary?
Did my unborn cells
Make her wary?
Did my mothers cries,
Her open words to the skies
Head bound in your name
Playing your game,
Insult you?
Who, my king,
Did not sing?
Tell me why
Ridden are they, why?
Hidden reason why?
Do you fear me?
I beseech thee,
Before I die
Mark my words
With flames in the sky
You will tell me why
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