the rainbow and the pot of gold

i never thought i’d see the day that starts without the dawn

the dew that should evaporate is dancing on the lawn

no spirits, gods or providence can stop this final day

the reaper grim with bony limbs arrives with no bouquet

 

a hearse is not a limousine and death is not a date

a coffin’s not an attitude with which we can debate

a love that’s lost, a killing frost can burn a day or two

but all that life is wasted on makes death seem like a coup

 

and every motion that i make is with a lack of faith

our god should have worked one more day and rested on the eighth

but here i am with uncle sam who wants me just to be

someone who thinks that high ideas are worth the suffering

 

but i believe what you believe’s not worth a single thought

death is just a casting net in which we all are caught

and thinking that what we endure results in a reward

well i think god was once a womb that’s long since cut the cord

 

nanking was raped, the holocaust, tsunami claimed the shore

and yet you live upon your knees with words that do implore

a god you say is strong enough to stop all suffering

but evidence bears witness to that it’s just you and me

 

if god exists then i insist that he’s the one who brings

the devil down upon our world to cause this suffering

what we deserve well i reserve for what you say is right

just don’t try to convince me that our lord is love and light

 

but let’s move on within this song to not when it will end

and what will happen afterward that claims i should transcend

and live a life that’s filled with strife cause nothing good will come

until i am at heaven’s gate and begging for a crumb

 

for i say all this suffering is not the will of god

eternal beings behind the scene i now say is a fraud

and all that we endure and do and all that will occur

has naught to do with absolutes that define what is pure

 

if god is love then why can’t love be something that he shows?

if faith needs works then god must wear the emperor’s new clothes

and you say god will strike me dead for all my blasphemy

but i thought he left ninety-nine for just one deportee

 

but who am i to say that all of this should just make sense

if christ is humble then why are words a capital offense?

but anyway another day you might think your own thoughts

and not just tell me relevance is just what you’ve been taught

 

and so i’m done with arguing with all your status quo

the devil has returned to god from all his to and fro

and he has sent him out again to torture and to maim

either we suffer quietly or face eternal flame

 

james once wrote that with our mouth we bless and then we curse

they say to fear the breasted one and still come forth and nurse

and it’s too plain in this refrain to see it’s all a lie

i wrestle with an angel who will never touch my thigh

 

the gods exist to punish us as they did sisyphus

or that they don’t exist at all i’m more apt to discuss

but either way i have no say in what you say is true

leave me alone with god dethroned is all i ask of you

 

i can’t be saved by what you crave the universe to be

a thread that’s interwoven with yarn of tender mercies

so please believe what you believe in order to get by

while all these interwoven threads i simply will untie

 

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