We are, then we are not. Meaning and purpose seem poitless. But maybe that's just me. |
-God Above- by Keaton Foster Gove above A mountain Under thumb Judgmentally Judging us You Of course me Such is The totality Leaving nothing To form or flow And even less To chance Devine Seemingly the plan Spiteful Is the being Hateful This may seem Such ideas Doomed intercepts From the very get Oh the heck The end of it all Was the beginning Of exactly the same The master’s Masterful plan Kaboom Spoon fed Down our gullet Shoveled heck Beating us to death Decisions kept Locked away Insidious Are the cages No keys will fit All secrets Must be kept Imprisoned In our hearts In our minds Weaker The weapons Freewill The bitch cousin Of all decisions Not quite meant Fate is in control Heading for the ditch Knowing Without question We are about to die We often attempt To make peace Where there is none We live And we don’t Nowhere Nothing After us After that Resides Dust upon A windless sea Of broken schemes No residue Nor collection Just obliqueness And a pseudo Form of persistence Our existential Incompleteness It offers us No remittance Nor encumbrances Freedom Without being free Reason Without meaning Fertile Is the disease Others will be created Our stained hands Cannot be cleaned Our nature Cannot be swayed Humanity And duality The same side Of every coin Flipping it Means nothing Calling it Means even less We will And must lose We are born of sin We live as the same God won’t forgive How could he ever This seems mad Insanely insane But be assured Certain of these words They mean more Than I am Capable of explaining God above Father of the sun Creator of the night In between Our plight A mountain Under thumb Judgmentally Judging us You and me Such is The totality Leaving nothing To form or flow And even less To chance We serve no purpose We have no meaning We exist Then we don’t… God Above Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2008-2017. |