| Lines upon lines of people who are conformed, I have a question, is it all worth the price of your soul? There is no set price, make your own device, you miss perceive, calling me something I'm not, yet some how, all your problems is some how Our fault, how do you do it, the new contorion, all generated inside the fucking crisis of manipulation, the prediction is simple, I feel the wounds all over my soul, where you slashed my rights, and chosen Faith. You want to begin? You want to know my Religion? Know my Decesion its mine. And not yours, I know who bought yours, you say he died for me. Well, You lied to me. Don't tell me its for everyone, its not for None of the Above, me. You below, supressed by your beliefs, you can't do anything but tell me I'm wrong. How about this for the balance. Your religious exploits are Fueled by control. I saw all the many times that you made children cry, and wish to die. Because they were wrong, its their fault they did the things they did? No matter what it is, you're in denial about the Job you done. Raising them, blame yourself when they take their No name being and Shoot first, then ask questions later, because You Just can't answer their questions, you can. Why didn't you before they had the plan to use a Gun? Was it all fun? In your sick game? Control freak, you can conform the weak. Thats why Our future looks bleak. We'll die with pride, and you'll die without a Ride. Heaven I doubt is paved with Gold. Material wealth? What about Spiritual health? Thats what God and Divinity is about. Yet you say I'm possed by Demons and Insanity. I make my point, and you point the finger, how about I let my Barrel Linger over your Face after I knock you from that High horse? What would your Control be worth dieing for? Are you a Martyr for your Crimes? As Jesus was. "Supposedly." For mine? Your such a Hypocrite, so suck it up, swallow your pride, you can't deny, I'm right. So defy me all you wish. It doesn't change the Picture, it might just rattle the Fixture of my Faith. But all in all. It will be their when you finally fall. |
