As We Wait

No one is just going to reach down and tell you
Though you are listening awful closely
To a sound so silent
I find myself tone-deaf
With an ear listening to only that which it desires
And a mouth that makes up for the rest

Beliefs swarm madly around this world
Unhesitant to reveal themselves
With a venom that can injure
I find myself allergic
To that power that rests purely on faith
Realizing the immortality of such stinging truth