Cause everything bows to entropy,

And to darkness, we all shall return.

The sunshine within me’s extinguished.

Lifeless cinders remain from the burn.

In my quest to find the right answers,

So like Jacob and his broken hip.

Succour is a never-ending wound,

Our relationship’s one of conflict.

Placation of that tearing loss within

Void platitudes of a Christian god.

Empty promises awash me in waves

Oh, the lies; spare the child, spoil the rod.

For there’s nothing remaining that’s good,

So just burn me all down to the ground.

Sift through the ashes and let’s see if

something lost that is good can be found.

~ Michel Weatherall

Ottawa, Canada