The loss

And loss

And loss

And loss

I'm just left to sit and watch

As the good die young

And the evil gloat

And the world continues to turn

And turn

And turn

The same way that 

We turn on ourselves

The walls close in as I go down

And down

And down

Hoping for someone to tell me

That it's not true

That it's just a front

That it's only a facade 

But it's not

No

It's

Not

It's real

And true

And revolting

I remember when I was young

And I thought about God 

And the creation of the world

And Adam and Eve

In Paradise

I remember when I was a little older

And I thought about God

And the creation of the world

And Original Sin

And how we were cursed

Now I'm not sure 

And I don't want to think about God

And what it all means

And if his plan includes me

And if we're cursed

Or if perhaps Original Sin would

Exist without Lucifier

That maybe humankind is rotten

I'd much prefer it if we were God's children

I'd much prefer Satan to be real

For him to be the one that causes all the hurt

And hatred

And pain

And suffering

Because if we aren't the children of God

And if the Devil isn't the one tempting us

Then we are just evil incarnate

If we are acting on our own accord

Operating outside of any higher power's will

Then we are the ones placing ourselves in Hell

And the worst part of it

Is that we are so preoccupied 

In our thoughts

In our self

That we cannot see Heaven

And perhaps never will

For Charlotte