What If God Were An Orphan?

Nature's pageantry is whimsical to the ears;

I find my love lying in the dirt--

Sweet ailments of fear have begotten me

I live for the clouds that sink,

Oh David and Goliath appear in my dreams

Such war is war without a cause,

But in this case, I celebrate the realm;

The realm in which I present

And all of the houses tremble...

I'm guessing I'm the only child

Adopted by the very being

Of souls;

And of souls I will never gather

The intelligence of my being

For we are souls fighting to be better souls

For the lines are corrupt in the sand,

What barren sea sells my soul to the mount?

I find it to be disturbingly youthful

For if I were an orphan, I would scream

Shout out to the souls of the world

For we are no one's keen obsession

Allow me to fill your soul

With sudden food...

The wise and the wicked ignite;

For what entails the mind? What breathes within?

In panic I shake up the world,

For my world is naughty and driven, and corrupt...

Two souls admire the kingdom, from within

As a thousand souls cross the shore

In a wave that is usual than before;

If God were an orphan,

Would he cry for us all?

Ignite to the heavens above...

What breath is a timeless appeal?

For the world is about betrayal,

For betrayal is the snake that dies

Upon the armor of the open skies

I preach the word in my youth,

And to all the bell's gold--

I won't suffice

For my daily life is crucial...

Let us read about the war on drugs

For cocaine is a living organ that clings...

What if God were an orphan?