The Vanity of Religion
Your above, but you love me, don't you?
just by your words, but not in your heart
if that makes it easier to face me
let it be a start
You know what is better for me?
pretend monsters and men with wings
a place after the conscious leaves
whats wrong in believing in eternal black peace?
Then there was nothing,
not even silence
everyone shook by his outspokenness
every last hope of his
lies only in people
who truly exist
not of fairies in the sky
but of heros like you and I
who are not afraid to die
and end all in the blink of the eye
the eye that you say
overseeing us all
is probably the smarter
for being the father
of the story that gave
hope to the helpless
a crutch for me is useless
Spirit in the sky
I hear you late at night
your with me as I cry
against me when I lie
guiding light shining
always reminding
I am never alone
with a warmness inside
I know that I'll make it
with this religion defined
as mine
Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2012
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