Strawgod

Tenuous faith in precarious stasis
Frail from agonizing consciousness
Hollow answers wracked by endless questions
Swirling paradox and contradiction

Attribution of imputed character
Doomed to destruction from the moment conceived
Assail the infinite with finite comprehension
Meaningless, the defeat attained

Fear of the unknowable, who has known His mind?
Mystery unsearchable, or lifespring to find?
Dancing with divinity, a prelude to a pratfall?
Total trust in what you see, can you see anything at all?

Blinded by the thirst for validation
Tragic amputation of the senses
Vacant eyes deny their occupation
A cauterization of the spirit inside

The picture of deity burns in a cloud of ashen smoke
As an idol carved of wood and clay
Vanishing vapor ascends into the atmosphere
A universe of discourse pitiably constrained

Divested omnipotence corrupts and collapses
Free will permitting our descent to captivity
Empty benevolence manifests in egoism
Seed of omniscience a long-lost memory

(eyes to see, but they cannot see
Ears to hear, but they cannot hear)
There’s a light of revelation shining
But still we’re standing in the way
It is standing at the threshold knocking
But we’re not opening the gates
There’s a truth beyond our desperate hope
Drowning under fictive stories that we tell
Yet they lift the flame to raze His name
And the torches they bear light their way to hell