Just Questioning Authority With A Fake Smile

Questioning authority
Turning running turning running
When will we stop?
Turning running turning running
When will it stop?
This endless cycle of creation, devastation, creation, devastation
When it stops will we all look to the sky or will we sink to the ground and let our cities burn down?
Who said that the good will always win, survive, live?
Who said those jinxed lines with no sense of regret?
God knows, except no-one should be able to control worlds, should they?
If god does control us then who controls god?
Who is the almighty author of this ever expanding book?
Who is the cause of all this, the creator, the destroyer, the devastator?
Turning stopping turning stopping
We look to the sky as the heavens open, will we survive?
Will there always be a next time?
Who will lead us now? Will we sink? Will our cities burn?
Who will lead us now?
Who will lead us now?

i really felt the sense of confusion behind this poem well done i like it

cut & pasted in from a duplicate thread.

ChemicalMYRomance:

This deep loneliness comes in the night,
It comes and wraps around you tight,
There’s no need to struggle,
And no time to scream,
The devastation comes like a dream
Paralyzed and unable to feel
Helpless before it, blinded you kneel,
An indescribable desolation.

Sadness envelops your entire being,
one size fits all, so morally freeing
the dressing rooms are over there,
I ask you please-try not to stare,
Despair? One aisle ahead,
Happiness?-It’s all in your head!
We don’t have that here!
Didn't’t you know? That’s so last year.