Dear Mr. President

the scene unfolds
bleak and grey
the season merry, the tidings belayed
for noone seemed to know what to say

the sky was streaked with cotton white
but the weather was warm the air not right
and something told me it would be nigh
that great dividing of the sky

but how could I or any man pretend to know
or understand
what the creator might have in plan
and yet they try to predict it.

we can not even predict ourselves
let alone someone else
and certainly not the will of God
who made all things with a simply nod.

who are we to question life
to reframe from joy and live in strife
why do we act as if we're kings
when even the children know better than these things

we are not the rulers or keepers
we are the lost, the sinners, the sleepers
who turned away on that very first day
and made it apperant we would not obey
and now we ask why, why is this so
and act and pretend as if we don't know

are you so ignorante or are you just blind
the fault is not Gods, its yours and its mine
we are the ones who ran from the garden
we are the ones who let our hearts be hardened
no more to live in peace and grace
and now the punishment we must face

don't be suprised he told us what would be
but offered a way for us to be free.
he gave us the choose to live free or die
and yet all these wise men still asking why?
what is your wisdom what do you know
who made you king or appointed you so
you are a mad man, you are a fool
your wisdom is evil, for evil a tool
you words are like posion your heart is like ash
and all of your deceds no better than trash

and yet they listen and yet they pretend
that you are a savior, but you're just a man

one day like all the rest you will face the Lord
and be bound like all the rest by the same accord
unless you would turn away from the things that you do
and find salvation by the blood of the savior who is true.

sir I do not believe your lies, all your excueses all the failed tries
you do not care for the red white and blue you are the devil or his equal
through and through. For by your hands many are lead astray
and for our sin we all have to pay. So why you pretending to be on the top
I tell you now sir, that you are not. One day you will see when the sky splits in two
when God finally calls us home, then what will you do?