Ready for Love

I asked the universe why it would do this thing to me

It said, "I'm mostly empty space and not a sentient being

But if you must know certain truths, there is some scheming above

And I shouldn't say who would test you, but it's not who you're thinking of

Why would a loving god do hateful things and take your joy away

To prove a point about benevolence (to a rival, by the way)

No, Yahweh did not wager you in a losing bet by-gum-ah

That's not who wants to know if you're tough enough to withstand such melodrama

You see, the only prophet who ever nailed it, hit her on the head

Was the crazed monk Simeon O' Bummer, on an asylum floor, he etched her