God's love

Striking at mental apparitions like a drunk on a vacant street,
silently beset by the hands of time indelicate in its fury.
An aberrant crack as skeletons yield to unrelenting gravity
while viruses prowl for helpless victims who succumb rapidly.

Tell me, tell me where is the love
in a careless creation when there’s no above?
There’s no justice, just a cause and no cure
and a bounty of suffering, it seems we all endure,
and what I’m frightened of is that they call it God’s love.

Well, we twist in torment and make believe
there’s a truth that we all submit.
Believe my eyes, my brain complies
to all that they interpret.

So tell me, tell me where is the love
in a careless creation when there’s no above?
There’s no justice, just a cause and no cure
and a bounty of suffering, it seems we all endure,
and what I’m frightened of is that they call it God’s love.

I know there’s no reason for alarm,
but who needs perspective when it comes to pain and harm?
We can change our minds,
there’s a better prize.

But first you’ve got to tell me,
tell me where is the love in a careless creation when there’s no above?
There’s no justice, just a cause and no cure
and a bounty of suffering, it seems we all endure,
and what I’m frightened of is that they call it God’s love.

They call it God’s love,
my pain is God’s love.