I Know
You’re a terrible and wonderful being – will you strike me down for cowering? You take it all away – all away and I’m left with nothing – but you.
Damn popular songs that repeat themselves over and over, exude emotion – happiness or sorrow. Damn popular song, what do they know – but the masses flock to them.
That’s not you, no that’s not you. Stupid people pray to be lead by God. My God – uh-oh, sorry. Good night! Do they read where you’ve lead us? Yes you’re a terrible and wonderful being, you tell us everything - we don’t believe.
What is it? Is it like leaping over a water-swollen creek? Ripping off a stuck fast band-aid? So many women, perfect hair, perfect make up, so many women, plain Janes, working, with their heads down, nodding sagely, they’re doing the right thing. Right.
And here I stand thinking…thinking. I’m thinking that those who say you aren’t there that we are self sacrificing idiots are stupider by far than me. I know you’re there. I know.
So you’re a terrible and wonderful being – you take, well everything. My gut clenches when I look at what’s left and think, I think, when will you take these?
You’re a hard kind of love – very hard but I understand, I’m a hard sort of person. But I hurt and I break, that’s how you made me and I know, I know that hell is not brimstone alone, it’s being alone.
So you’re a wonderful, hard, terrible, wonderful being and I’ll break but only for one reason – you’re the only honest being I know.
