What Is It Part Iv

What Is It Part IV And so the Divine Idiot gibbers and reels Spreading through its own expanding self As the motes within it try to keep up, Advancing plans, making theories To contain the chaos. They are more aware than their Creator, And damned for that awareness. And beneath the mass of all that madness My father sits, and ponders - what? I hope he is lost in remembrance of our better days, When we were just people Just people Living normal lives Having normal thoughts, normal dreams In those days we didn't think of the Things hovering over us, Waiting to feed on despair. Our thoughts were easy, Born of simple truths: The world is fair. The Good prevail. The Righteous shall have their day. The Good prevail, yes, but at the price of Spitting their defiance in the treads of the tanks of the evil.