God Is Afraid

[Spoken – calm, measured] We learned to live without answers. We stopped waiting for signs. We stopped looking upwards. The rooms stayed silent. So did he. [Refrain – spoken, slightly echoed] God is afraid. Not of death. Not of darkness. God is afraid of us. [Spoken – steady rhythm] We asked our questions too often. Too clearly. The prayers wore thin, like tape on a broken cassette. Now we speak without permission. [Refrain – repeated, colder] God is afraid. Because we no longer need him. Because we continue. Because we function. [Spoken – fragmented] No devil required. No fall from grace. We organise pain. We file guilt. We manage loss with professional calm. Miracles became inefficient. [Bridge – spoken, almost conversational] Maybe he was never omnipotent. Maybe he was only watching. And now he watches us realise that supervision is obsolete. [Refrain – slow, mechanical] God is afraid. Of our silence. Of our order. Of what remains when no one answers. [Outro – very quiet, final] Do not speak. Do not intervene. We are managing. And that is what terrifies you.