Letters to a God

Seek not the thoughts that would leave us in limbo
Nor the solemn disquiet that pulls us apart
The conscious mind knows not the path to follow
It is the unconscious that leads us to all that we love
All that we trust in this world, far above
It is not down below where we find the weak
Nor the ones that would lead us into way of harm
There is the reason we toil in sorrow
And there is the ruin, the terror, the answers we seek

Fear not the questions you would bring to a god
The power of reason has no earthly rival
Nor does it seek to succumb to one weakness
The weakness of thought in theological spiral

Far and forever in worlds led astray
Do the merry men pause in a battle of words
Debacles and torture for those that are clear
Of conscious, of calling, and all that deludes
Seek not the sullen, or manipulative tongues
That weave and wag as the moon in its hour
Nor taste of the fruit that the bards would deliver
There is harm in the tune, there are minds to pollute

Hope and Despair are cut from the same
From all earthly conclusions delivered to blame
We strive and we seek not solutions we need
Nor do we cut those that harbour and hoist
The mantle of messages, poisonous pain
To strive, to seek, to find not the answer
Nor the blood that we need for removal
A cancer
Conundrums of cause yet we cut not the cloth
That would blind us at every hour and vein

Oh why do the answers not come with a name

Wisdom for fools is what the book bends
And we are but ears to the men that would end
A blind man would seek to find vision at home
Not to fall far from the world he would blame
Nor to find fault in the words of a saint
We are what we are
He is what we ain’t

Deliver us from evil and all of its taint

Talk no more of a world and its cost
There is no saving grace for the ones that have lost
For the ones that cry wolf or eat from the fruits
Of evil men and trees of barren ash
We’ve come full circle and time has now swollen
As a tongue of a child, bit by false truths

Seize not the hour to fight for what is
Nor to find falsehood in all that you see
Strength is decay if you lack constitution
Derivative of death and a long lasting kiss
A touch of remorse in the morning that follows
A dawn of delusions and far removed thought
The conscious mind knows not the path
Nor is it hollow

All that we trusted in this world, and above
It is the unconscious that led us here

Not his love

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