When God came down, our spies soon had him nailed

We may know what’s right and still do wrong
Greed and  envy run our inner world
Like a crazed drunk bee we like to sting

Even as the blackbird is in song
The darkness of the heart will on it fall 
We may know what’s right and still do wrong

We love to think we are the Queen or King
Perfect in our power ,  oh iron  the walls
Yet  crazed drunk bees  can float on high to sting

The hurt inside the heart  can last too long
The self  retreats ,   the matador  has failed
We know  the end , the bull  will kill the throng

When God came down , our spies soon had him nailed
The burning bush , the little voice,   the tales.
We may know what’s right and  do  the wrong
Take pleasure  in our  violence,  kill and sting