Gospel

Permanent scripture of facile truth
Acrid rapture of forbidden fruit
Demonic duplicity that trumps angelic favor
Divine seeds that reap sardonic flavor

Savior of souls
King of Kings
Lord of Lords...

Eternal survivor of perils untold
Cosmic puppet master, idly waiting for your script to unfold
Lonely child of your own creation
Angry father by your own vocation.

O' Magnificent orchestrator wielding your flaming baton
Seize your liar's chair of paternal deliberation.
Grant me MY shred of hope in YOUR game of perdition
In your paradox of justice- YOUR unblanced balance...

YOU make the rules
YOU roll the dice,
YOU spin the board
YOU tweak the price.

Why am I here?
Fumbling along YOUR forest maze of unanswered questions.
Why am I here?
Stumbling forlorn in YOUR quest for acceptance.

Eternally ignorant in your theatre of vaudeville vindication...
What is my purpose, Dear Lord?
Why am I here?

For YOUR lowly, cheap thrills?
For YOUR cackles of sodden laughter?
Admit it, your Grace!
I am here because YOU are lonely.

CHECKMATE.