Yeah…
Why the fuck do the evil prosper while the good just break?
Why do the cruel sleep peaceful while the kind stay awake?
Why do the monsters eat full, living rich, living loud,
While the broken are buried with their prayers in the ground?
Why do abusers walk free with their heads held high,
While survivors carry hell in their chest just to survive?
Why does the world protect the ones who destroy,
Then tell the wounded to “heal” and “move on” like a choice?
I’m looking at heaven like, “You seeing this shit?”
The wrong ones winning, the right ones sick.
The liars get power, the violent get fame,
The innocent get trauma and lifetime pain.
Why the fuck does darkness get rewarded?
Why does evil walk around like it’s fucking supported?
Why do predators age with their secrets intact,
While kids grow up learning how to dissociate and react?
God, I love You, but I’m angry as hell,
‘Cause this world feels run by a broken-ass spell.
It feels like the devil got front-row seats,
While Your children are bleeding in the fucking streets.
Why do the evil prosper?
Why do they rise?
Why do they laugh while the gentle just cry?
Why does money and power protect every sin,
While the truth gets buried and justice is thin?
I’m tired of funerals, tired of graves,
Tired of hearing “God has a plan” when kids get placed
In coffins too small, in stories cut short,
While the wicked live long, untouched by the court.
Why the fuck do the wolves get crowned as kings,
While the lambs are slaughtered for doing nothing?
Why does cruelty get platforms and praise,
While kindness gets trampled and thrown away?
I’m not losing faith, I’m just fucking mad,
Mad at a world that lets evil laugh.
Mad that survivors carry the cost,
While the ones who caused it act like they lost nothing at all.
So I scream to the sky, yeah I’m raising my voice,
‘Cause silence never healed and neither did noise.
I just want answers, I just want truth:
When does the wicked finally fucking lose?
Why do the evil prosper?
Why do they stay?
Why does the world keep letting them get away?
I’ll still believe, but I won’t pretend
This shit makes sense till justice descends.
trixses
