Puppetmaster

Out of light, darkness, and out of good, evil
Sincerity turns to lies, hope becomes despair
Unpredictable, these fickle whims of fate
And with the hubris of the ignorant
We put our very lives in the hands of Gods of Chaos and Destruction
Never knowing that what lies beneath the complacent surface
Is a seething cauldron of neither rhyme nor reason, a gibbering idiot
Pulling the puppet strings of the universe
And feeding on the blind trust we so willingly give
Trusting in a higher power to keep us safe
From bullets, and sharp steel, and things that go bump in the night
Ponder for a moment a lunatic in an asylum
Why has he become this way?
Maybe he's had a glimpse through a portal mistakenly left open
Seen the true Masters at work, And become unhinged at the awful reality of fate
This is the only explanation for the terror and cruelty this world holds
Young children murdered by thier parents
Old people bludgeoned for thier Social Security and heirloom silver
A lone gunman opening fire from a clock tower on a college campus
High school kids with automatic weapons and a shooting spree suicide pact
The annhilation of millions because of a dictators Aryan vision
Maybe your best friend run down in the street a block from home by a drunk driver
There is no fairness, no pity, no sparing of good people
Just a random pattern of mayhem stretching back to the birth of time
The idea of a kind, benevolent higher power
An illusion made official by calling it religion
And recruiting the masses with rites and rituals
Straight out of paganism and witchcraft, but with a "holy" spin
And spoon-fed to children who in turn hand it down to thier children
While the world rots with corruption and seethes with hate
And the Puppetmaster carefuly pulls the strings, and watches us dance
With his dead, empty eyes....