I appreciate that this is quite a surprise,
but no, because of Him,
you are solidly fused in His snug chains,
His corrupt version of freedom,
you at last wish to plunge within,
drowning beneath that coddling obscuration,
of His soothing lurid dungeon.
What’s constantly keeping me away,
is actually your and His proudly revealed,
sorry lack of reasoning and consistency,
all He completely made up thinking of us,
while I’m merely a stalwart follower,
truly in this one regard only,
unfortunately for the two of you.
He supposedly understood His trials,
out in the desert with that weak opposition,
not just talking carelessly among Himself,
instead it was really a simple plaything,
which then unexpectedly took advantage,
like its cowardly Formulator beforehand,
decidedly beaten at His own slanted game.
We shout in vain toward this mocking sky,
so lonely immersed with billions of others,
questioned and answered almost every moment,
yet always left unsatisfied by what we’ve heard,
since they can’t possibly begin to confront,
those nagging contradictions of honesty,
without even mentioning that it’s someone else’s word.
Sharwrong's Song 