God’s Fundamental Impact
Bad things happen to good people,
Structure of life is quite feeble.
Some unlucky twist of fate,
Darkness will seep in, filtrate,
And still I’m told,
Onto blind faith I should hold.
Fantastic buildings topple down,
Entire cities are left to drown.
The child with the bloated belly,
Wastes away, body shell, empty.
Lovely mother of three,
Cursed with terminal disease.
Man in war killed,
Life forever stilled.
Tragedy strikes every waking hour,
In every imaginable
way that’s sour.
And still I’m told,
Onto blind faith I should hold.
It’s said good people do not exist …
To God mankind is an annoying syst.
Disasters are His almighty wrath,
Paving the way to a righteous path.
But this leaves more pressing questions,
Why must He teach with such awful lessons?
Nighttime strikes the shining day,
It sucks the airy joy away.
Good things happen to those who don’t deserve,
And unfeeling smile I must preserve.
To some outrageous ideas I shall submit,
For the sake of my own spirit.
Because there will come a day suffering abates,
The day we stand on the brink of pearly gates.
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