Aral
Transcend

If there is a God then strike me dead
And hang a noose around my head
And let the lightning from the clouds
Pour down with thunder crashing loud
And have my body smashed to bits
And kill my wife and kill my kids
If nothing else the God we built
Is infinitely vengeful still
Though after all these thousand years
And all his murders with all his spears

If there is a God then point him out!
“Look there!” a cry “No, here!” a shout
And all the people disagree
“It isn’t you! It’s only me!”
A thousand thoughts a thousand forms
In churches, schools, and college dorms
The clear idea of what God was
Is scattered, fractured, burned to dust
But cling we will to memories
They’re all we have and all we need

If there is a God he’s on his knees
He’s powerless to fight disease
Bankrupt of what ruthless might
Brought forth from darkness golden light
He’s tired from his failed attempt
Hair disheveled, clothes unkempt
He hangs his head with heavy shame
While people murder in his name
He cries his little eyes asleep,
To fill the oceans, salty, deep

If there is a God he’s passed away
His universe has run astray
His planets bouncing out of line
His thoughtful orbits undermined
His detailed plans for distant stars,
His blueprints for the Earth and Mars,
All broken down and torn to shreds
And doused in yellows blues and reds
The leavings of his masterpiece
Lie dormant in this dark increase.