My God Insane - Edith Frost

My god insane 
He makes me say 
The strangest things 
The meanest things 

My god is blind 
He asked me not 
To see these things 
To just believe in him 

So occluded we 
Choose not to see 
What it means 
And we’ll fail to ask 
Where we stand 

So polluted we 
Stagger round to be 
Closer to defeat 
And we’ll fail to know 
Where we go