Whatever Would Robert Have Said?

I am the suck of air you take
That you've had many times before
I am the blow you try to fake
But which still throws you out the doorI am the air that fills your lungs
But leaves you emptier below
I am the void that you can't explain
But which is where you want to goFlame sucks between the balls of steel
Nothing moves, the air itself congealsLook at the flame if you want to
Hear the sharp crack of the fission
Smell the brief vapor of ozone
Feel static motionI am the love, you try to hide
But which all can understand
I am the hate you still deny
Though the blood is on your handsI am the peace, you're searching for
But you know you'll never find
I am the pain you can't endure
But which tingles in your mindFlame sucks between the balls of steel
Nothing moves, the air itself congealsLook at the flame if you want to
Hear the sharp crack of the fission
Smell the brief vapor of ozone
Feel static motionI am the joy you really pay for
But which comes completely free
I am your God on the final day
For the truth is you and me