Time of Confusion

What I see is a stage full of fools What I hear is a script filled with neglected words what lies beyond those words is a mystery to me what is going on isn't going away very soon Empty words written in the time of confusion for talk is cheap written on paper thrown into the blazing fire and the burning ashes fly away into darkness and the clouds bleed tears History has 'god' on its side but the Bible remains unopened undigested carried like a trophy and thrown into the bonfire of lies Gold to the actors with their devilish smiles Empty pockets emptied souls for spectators Who is this 'god' of silver and gold The answer remains unopened and undigested for the Bible is carried like a trophy and thrown into the bonfire of lies Frank Black Blacharczyk