Retiring God
So here i am
Im going to retire from my throne as god
and here is the answer to your riddle
of your religions
why are you teaching each other to hate
instead of getting along?
why can't 2+2=4 and everybody agree
its silly if you ask me
One day when you realize
we're really not at war
but its all propaganda to keep us blind
and make everybody money
I'll lead my saints from mansion to safe place
to solve riddle and sing songs
and lift the veil
that the armies have been playing paint ball the whole time
and that was their reward for being brave
the sucker patrol saw you coming
and now its your turn to play
So here i step down
and leave my scepter behind
throw the dollar i have left into the wishing well
you've all poisoned
and now ill tell you something about the blind leading the blind
and how to write chapters of lies and liars and life lessons for history books
methods of madness and unjust systems and how to get hired
for a job where you cant apply with a resume or prayers
Here i am the metaphorical man
how do you raise me?
How do you love me?
how do you protect me?
teach me learn from me?
what are my rewards and where is the line?
Anyway now that i'm retired
and you know how i want things to be done
have fun throwing away my dreams
and living life the same nightmare
having nothing change
and then wonder absent mindedly how I'm doing
and if i lost my keys
Copyright © Troy Nelson | Year Posted 2007
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