God’s
Tricks
She plays
tricks with you for insanity is like glue
Sniff it
once or even twice and you feel like you flew
No
excuses required when your mind is in a stew
Passes
made and expectations not even a few
Eventually
God kills everything because perfection is insanity
It’s not
about getting it right or the ideal but a lunatic visionary
Fear is
the screw and She plays with it by threatening hell
Surely
there’s an air conditioned room for the kids of the Devil
Desire is
another rubber tire that God loves to hang on you
Play with
fire that burns you higher and if you touch the relief is true
But then
comes the punishment which must be decided worthy
When you
act you’ve signed on saying do your damnedest to me
Reactionary
anger is a holy fire that burns through
Humanity
thinks that repressing it is an angelic ballyhoo
But God,
that pretty woman in heaven’s penthouse, loves a rebel
It’s Her
secret kiss that propels and Her music too is heavy metal
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