On bended knees,
Through burning eyes,
I looked into the face of God.
I cried, I pleaded,
I screamed and heaved.
But, God refused all mercy.
God looked down and laughed,
Then caught it in and stared,
Pretending to care,
Only wanting to scare,
And stomped a foot in anger.
God's mockery slapped me,
God's enjoyment whipped me,
God's eye's sought my submission.
Snapping to reality,
I ended the show,
My miserable spectacle,
Stood up and turned around.
I am walking away with promises,
Of death, despair, and failure,
God says I'll resubmit,
God believes I'll eventually be thankful.
So crucify my heart,
Trap it behind a stone,
I've found my resurrection,
As a vagabond on the road.