God Is an Automaton

We were blind and we couldn't conceive the color of blood
This crimson flood soaking the ground
We stare in shock as the world unveils
Its 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 its 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



Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Betrisey, Kevin Choiral, Alessandro Riccardo Campanelli, Benjamin Daniel Maryan Nominet-belinchon
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