Convenient Gods

I am pride I am discouragment Self loathing but egotistical and ignorant fuck An average heathen who just waits their turn to speak Convinced in thinking they know when their end will be. But I am shit no different and no better Similar skin stretched over similar bone I want answers for coming days I want reason for what was and what will be I try to look to no god nor any man I see that as a weakness at best But in our dire moments we need something to blame We turn to a light we will never see You need me more than I need you. I wish that was true I wish that was true Faith is humanity's answer for the fear they cannot face A fear that we are without purpose that we are truly alone