Where God exists, As does his son The Devil The winged man The learned rebel
Where God exists, Did he not create this existence Where our skin being torn ajar Forces us to pray That he heals our scars?
Where God does not exist Nor could the rebel, Nor could the pain, and nor could the sin To which the Creator, in himself, Has made himself akin But the blind guides By which he leads Falling, in blind; Now don’t we concede?