Fairytale Faith?

Raised from birth to live for Him
With faith that never flickers dim
Take for granted He is there
Never question, never dare

On the cross they say he died
Long he hung there, stabbed and tied
And with the Devil he briefly dwelt
To save our sorry souls from hell

But clearly this did not succeed
We sin, we kill, we cry, we bleed
Must He not also be corrupt,
If we're created in his 'love'?

Are we grasping brittle straws?
For comfort in the world's great jaws?
Is this concept simply for
Those who always wanted more?

Maybe when the world is spent
When seas are dry and mountains bent
Humanity will be consumed
Inevitably, fully, doomed

Not safe within the Pearly Gates
Nor tortured for our lust and hate
Just quietly dissolved and lost
Forgotten, like a sun-kissed frost