Liar Poem by Dan Uriel

the cheerful liar, goodness itself
picking and dancing on roses,
play God with the glory and joy
the instinct of prohibited souls,
the reality is innocent, rests
through the eyes as inhuman glory,
God stares in my trembling heart,
where trains reality not in heaven,
eternity stand still so my tortured soul
confesses God in my heart
with the terrible dilemma that God is dead
when I felt that all is lost