Where Are You, Lord
crumpled scriptures, idolized whores, broken down doors, decayed floors;
it is doubtful Jesus planned on this when he bought Moses ten commandments from the local convenient store
no, I believe he wanted something more
but the Devil said, "To Hell with it, burn it to the core"
as he sent his evil regime to ruin the American dream..
now we’re left asking, “Where are you, Lord?”
meteors dropping towards us like pop-stars keeling over, no luck found; leprechauns must have grabbed all the four leaf clovers
chased the rainbow in a trance pace 'till there was no more rainbow to chase
and just like chasing the dragon I will somberly stumble while dragging on ‘till even the dragon itself is gone and in the end..
no improvement was made, just burning away in hot flames even with the earth’s surface for shade..
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Copyright © Cw Buxton | Year Posted 2016
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