I gaze on this world
A world cast in the shadow of self indulgence
Forgetting the mercies of its maker

Unable to comprehend the light
Desiring only the darkness
And then you ask
Why this pain?
Where is God?

How interesting it is
That in the midst of the storm
The blasphemers call out to the one
Whom they spit in the face of

You kill my sheep
You slaughter my children
Their blood
A blanket of scarlet
On the pavement

No

Only retribution
I will
Avenge them
The wicked will be no longer
Blood for blood
Your time ends now