Bliss


Pain, sorrow, poverty, hunger, loss
In this messed up brutality
There can be no God Almighty
Jesus, the son of man, has no Time
For a meager little heartbreak
I beg to differ
Let me speak
Hear me in a scream
Or a quieter whisper
For I have an opinion
I must get across
As I breathe in the skies
Of a tremendously blessed Life
Exploring the Worlds
Of an ancient religious rite
I’ll tell the rest
God is still here
Jesus has all the Time
In the God-given Universe
Just waiting for the next ear
Trying to reach the other side
Listening a bit further each time
Beyond the globe’s atrocities

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