God is not dead it is we who have lost our souls

Ravenous and gluttonous

We have fed the demons desires

Painting the world in hell's sweat and angels blood

As wars are fought in vain

People starve on the streets

while we throw our abundances away

They line bank accounts with more money then could spent

Taking it from the hard working class

because they think they are better then them

But as hard as the devil works

God works much more

For it is the "little" things

Those "unworthy" of the news

The coming together

The lending a hand

The miracles you never see

The moments that you realize

If this had played out just a tad bit differently

I would be dead right now

It is these times

The times you listen

You realize

God

Is right there

Waiting for you

To believe