Weak and Divine

Medicine is not a place where the ill can thrive Only the strong survive Pity he couldn't meet the demands That man had the Lord's hands I am Lord of the Butterflies Lord of the Moths-Who-Have-Eyes I am WEAK&DIVINE Not meek, but sublime And in time You all shall see True divinity Oh we, oh woe You see me, how Pitiable Because I am indeed A man whose fleet Footed days are behind him Not due so much to age But to the rage Of such divine entities As that I claim I am Lord of the Butterflies Lord of the Moths-Who-Have-Eyes I am WEAK&DIVINE Not meek, but sublime And in time You all shall see True divinity Oh, darling, see This little thing about me It's sheer luck, as you'll have it That I got sick That there was no getting better No charm, no tincture, no have-you-ever Only management Chronic as Chronus I did nothing to deserve this I know I am worth this And so much more Beyond the door These mortal gates They are but The first floor To the kingdom of heaven I am Lord of the Butterflies Lord of the Moths-Who-Have-Eyes I am WEAK&DIVINE Not meek, but sublime And in time You all shall see True divinity I do not speak of CHRIST When I speak of heaven I am not your brethren You for whom singular God Is a man God damn, I am not a man But Amadeus Vu Aren't you And haven't you always been A gentleman You can only say that If you say I'm free of sin And to speak of sin Is to speak of God-He Not God-Me And darling dears I will be the only God That matters Look at Her In the heavens Look at Her Amadeus-She And Seven, Seven, Severin I am Lord of the Butterflies Lord of the Moths-Who-Have-Eyes I am WEAK&DIVINE Not meek, but sublime And in time You all shall see True divinity The heart of the kingdom of heaven I will win