“God only knows” the self-righteous say
Pretentiously holy, laws living break
Darkness swirls downward, laughteressly mocking,
Hypocrites judging while souls left to rotting
What can be known? The God of the stars
His image by derelicts often is marred
Spinning, concocting, a bastardized ruse
Pressing the saints rightful good to refuse
Confused and unknowing, lie still in the fray
Looking for truth in fallacious decay
Spinning in circles to capture a light
Flickering, darting, a wraith in the night
Love now descends in all the wrong places
Unveiling good and the One of all graces
Scattering darkness, the eternal struggle
Fight on we must, fierce or subtle.