Self Reflection Part 2

So I sit here and self reflect going through the lessons I was taught and forced to spit out the right answers I disagreed with and now have the chance to say Hitler was the victim and in Vietnam there was no hero but a cleansing of getting rid of thousand of serial killers desperate for the love of an abusive god they didn’t know how to stand up against who wanted someone to blame When we write the next history book of lies about today’s liars and propaganda and confusion And if I could sneak into the history pages What lessons would I try to teach the students of a continent to say you don’t have to have church in school for there to be a god Look at me look at me Figure out my riddle If you’re that brave but write down the wrong answer or you’re in trouble And then wait to find like-minded individuals What lesson would I teach the world using all of the world’s actors? Me as everybody’s fool So the spiritually impoverished could study one chapter of history and walk away with their hands full of gems and spiritual crowns and realize they now have a test of psychology to figure out all the pieces of their world to under stand the script we have written for them and who amongst them are false and true prophets either playing along or who knows what domino is going to catastrophically going to fall What’s the perfect act for my actors with me to carry them into history? If I could just sneak in But how do I get in there? How do I show them history doesn’t care if you’re skinny or fat? Ugly or beautiful Stupid or smart Do I care what essays the might write about me in the future if I was to make it in comparison to our politicians Would there be a whole course in school called figuring out the world’s scripts 101 I could change the world if you let me And in all honest as I protest some things here and there You are another domino and a piece of my claim to my fame and maybe one day it will be someone else but 27 years of serenading me and stealing my dreams Id rather have lived my hell on earth for a reason of where vie cried for the world and had the confusion as to why my names are songs to be for good then to be jealous of a man who spent three days in my shoes and was crucified for trying to live a lie But ignorance is bliss