Wilderness

The worms don't seem to mind On which side I fight Despite all of the bombs and bodies The crickets still call out at night It's with this Display of apathy That I believe that God is laughing At all of us who think We can pray our way out of Serving as each Other's wrath of God It's with our Display of apathy That I believe that God Has steered The wickedness of us Inward on itself For all the year's we've held The pleasures of this life to ourselves It's with our Display of apathy That we have been gathered Like cattle To fields of forlorn The retributory Wilderness I'm so tired I want to come home I'm so tired I want to come home