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Striking at mental apparitions
Like a drunk on a vacant street
Silently beset by the hands of time
And elegant 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 theres no above
Theres no justice
Just a cause and no cure
And a bounty of suffering
It seems we all endure
And what Im frightened of
Is that they call it Gods love
Well we twist in torment and make believe
Theres a truth and we all submit
Believe my eyes, my brain replies
To all that they interpret
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I know theres no reason for alarm
But who needs perspective when it comes to pain and harm
We can change our minds; theres a better prize
But first youve got to
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They call it Gods love
My pain is Gods love