Convenient Gods


I am pride I am discouragement
Self loathing, but egotistical, an ignorant fuck
An average heathen who just waits for their turn to speak
Convinced in thinking they know when their end will be

But I am shit no different and no better
Similar skin stretched over similar bone
I want answers for coming days
I want a reason for what was and what will be
I try to look to no god, nor any man
I see that a weakness at best
But in our dire moments we need something to blame
We turn to a light we will never see

You need me more than I need you

I wish that was true, I wish that was true

Faith is humanities answer for the fear they can not face

A fear that we are with out purpose, that we are truly alone







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