Disclaimer - God Said Plastics! lyrics

There's a pile of broken-necked angels below my window. Their kamikaze raids won't let me sleep. They give way to grim hallucinations: Her kokigami games that make me weep. Should I be sticking Chick Tracts into trick-or-treaters' sacks to forget her new course of study? Or meditate impaled on a bed of nails to forget her new sleeping buddy? Would becoming a monk halt the hollow "thunk" in my chest where she had been? My pleas have become drastic, but God said, "Plastics!" and God always wins. Prayer has been reduced to a cheat code I can never recall. Faith has been reduced to the loopholes of mischievous genies and monkey paws. I'm bellowing demands that He reveal His plans to explain why she gave me up for Lent (now that I spend my days thinking up ways to make it look like an accident), or even a flowchart showing how her departure corresponds to all my sins. Some hope would be fantastic, but God said, "Plastics!" and God always wins.