DON'T TELL ME I WILL DIE

Don't tell me I will die For I know I will die Why tell the bird it will fly? Why tell the neonate it will cry? Nature designed these things to be And I need no third eye to see And know that they’re meant to be But you stretch your staff to the sky And tell me that my people will cry Because there are signs that I'll die What you have just done isn't prophecy No, it is even worse than heresy For it’s the most high’s name You have just called in vain Doomed are they who rely on your lies Who gave you the single key of their lives Believing that you speak for the most high Because they can’t see through your lies