The Pond of God

We're on our own-always have been. Hurricanes swirling tossing devils onto our souls. God will not save you from yourself though lofty words will soothe. The surge sweeping hope from the mind far out into the bluest- blue. We're on our own-always have been Since the conception of time... beings dying in the womb god (chose) not save them from the suction of selfish decision. The seduction of nuclear war, will poison the pond of a tired god. The masses will barter dirty gold for a goblet of clean air and time.