Blood

When have you felt insecure?
When have you felt pain?
Why curse what you called pure?
Why feel the blood coursing through your vein?

When did God become so hateful?
When did God become so mean?
When did life become so ungrateful?
When did life destroy this scene?

Where did the children go from the rain?
Where did the children run?
Is this all part of your plan to remain?
Is this all part of your fun?

I look for answers but all I get is Lies,
I looked for years and all I found is a Knife.
Did you put it there to cut these Ties?
Did you put it there to end this strife?

You are part of the Living,
I am part of the Dead.
Are you wise of the forgiving?
Or are you wise of the dread?