As for God...

God is love
Is all that is good
Is all that mends
Is all that is beautiful,

The music that brings tears to the eye
The moving art that never dies
The sun that rises every day
The herb that takes the pain away,

He is the blood that runs within every vein
He is the blood that is spilt in his name
He is the world that is dying
He is the mother who is crying,

He exists in a prayer
He lives in the sunset
He dwells in the desert lands
Where children die by another’s hands,

He deems forgiveness a virtue
And smites the sinners
He created man so that he may live
And created diseases so that he may die,

God is the darkness and the unknown
He is the sweet ringing of a bell
He tells us to strive for heaven
Yet created Hell,

I thank him for my family
I curse him for the poor
I love him for the summer breeze
I hate him for the war,

I have yet to feel or see him
Within me or in the sky
Never will I know for sure
Until the day I die.