God Is an Automaton

We were blind and we couldnt conceive the color of blood

This crimson flood soaking the ground

We stare in shock as the world unveils

It's true features to us

You then exclaim where is God now



You ask me why do we forever feast on pain

And act like mindless fiends programmed for boundless rage?

The carnage never cease, the poison is never drained

For this, should we blame our Maker 



The virtuous dies as well as the sinful one

Death strikes all life, blind in it's random ways



In essence, we contradict the conception

Of a watchful shaper

And still we consider being observed and judged for our sins



Primitive we remain

We were devised to enjoy trials

The choice has never been ours

We are inclined to violence