Will Crosswait - Crisis of Faith

I hear the voices again
They say I should suffer for my sins
They say I should cover up my head
Under the sheets atop my bed
And wait for colic to kick in
They're my friends

I see the shadows at night
They slip through the remnants of my pride
They think I should lie here
Terrified at what my mind has made me do
And bring the mood to finally die
Do they lie

I know truth isn't mercy
I know justice isn't kind
I know laughter is the answer
In the downfall of design
I'm denied three times
For all my fear, my guilt, my shame
How can I pray

I feel the sinking of shame
A constant pressure all around my frame
The knowledge that for all I've done, the joy I've won
The webs I've spun through desperate months
I'll never be the same
Good game

I know truth isn't mercy
I know justice isn't kind
I know laughter is the answer
In the downfall of design
I'm denied three times
For all my fear, my guilt, my shame
How can I pray

In my fairness, I am cruel
In my justice, I'm a fool
In my sloth, there lies desire
In my mercy, I'm a liar
How can I be justified
When I cannot be just inside

I taste the traces of doubt
A difficulty striving to surmount
The bleak abuse on evening news
A need to prove, to feed, consume
And we conclude there's no one in the crowd
Devout

I know truth isn't mercy
I know justice isn't kind
I know laughter is the answer
In the downfall of design
I'm denied three times
For all my fear, my guilt, my shame
How can I pray

Written by:
William Crosswait

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