Chaos

Here I lay in this black pool
My heart and stomach lurches
I am God's and demons' tool
Surrounded by white and black churches

I lay upon the surface
Supported by this gentle ripple
The constant flow passing through my mind
Slowly turning me to a cripple

All a cripple can do is watch
As this battle rages around me
Will the lost souls be imprisoned
or will they at last be set free?

This war of two thousand years
That I will never understand
And I hold my head and scream
For Chaos is the paradigm of man