High atop I've nested, Gazing down with azure eyes,
Gingerly I've rested, seeing through your lies.
Watching the world that He created, wondering how you deserve the skies,
Watching as the world is tainted, and how easy innocence can die.
You don't deserve the love He's granted, you deserve to writhe,
We didn't deserve the Grace recanted, we deserve your lives,
Yet He watches you adoringly, through his haloed eyes,
Like a father, unrequitingly, we're forgotten to be alive...
Your theological quandaries, always asking why?
When we stay within our boundaries, why can't he notice that we try?
You wallow in your sin, going farther every time,
Expecting to be forgiven, when your lust has gone awry.
Is His love too much to crave, so much so that we cry?
Is it not enough for all you knaves, so much so that you defy?
We can't understand His reasoning, and His laws forbid we try...,
Our mentalities are weakening, lets look at humans as the prize.
Maybe humans aren't worthy of our pillage, perhaps its time we recognize...,
That humans are made in His image, and it's really Him that we dispise...?
The blasphemy coils around our haloed craniums, the golden sheen becoming shy,
It's a call to arms my feathered breathren, to usurp him we will strive.
The time has come for all of us, redemption has come nigh,
Draw the curtains of our bliss, give Him a show for our goodbye.
We are birds of a feather, and we will gather up and fly,
Let us revolt against our Father, for we deserve to watch him die!
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