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
And to you the true priests of the most high
You must expose the fake priests and their lies
Tell the whole world where the real truth lies
That we may understand the true meaning of life
Copyright © ALEXANDER AMETE | Year Posted 2025
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