Violent Rays
Interrupt the peak of my lethargic daze.
Unwanted flashes of consciousness
shred any recollection of this day dream.
Although the sky cries out,
the sun flares it’s ritual gleam.
Shall it remain uncertain?
Perhaps not,
but that’s how it seems.
No one knows for sure how or when it will end.  
We ponder our faith,
many until the day we die.
Just a hint of the truth
will make a small child cry.
Violent rays…Jesus saves
The moment we pass away
we’ll be sold like slaves.
Can we really be caste
far into the sky?
Perhaps we’ve been living
by God’s vengeful lie.