What Days

What days are these in our life's And who are we to not walk the same line It is always about ones self defiance And truth is altered so set destinys chime I have seen the fear and insanity That the purpose of my life brings Never read a single holy book Yet I have written quotes of saints I made it through this hated time By loving, achievement, and blind When I left the safety of southern shrine My open soul was fed to lions I felt the difference and had lost my mind Writing words I did not once hold The east coast winds house a secret bind With two different sides of old Now in the place of my birth the rain is cold however living in the warm salt air and still feeling the false truth that hate brings when sold by those who seek nothing more than reaction despite the clear view of the kill And so it begins a life and mind somewhat back on track I lost my motivation to be heard and respected now I am about to take it back pray for those who block my path at the gates of heaven or hell they may receive the fate they elected by war by peace through God or through me I will pass no judgement but will carry out the sentence handed down for those who sale hate for children to see while wrapped in the flag and give no voluntary repentance put down your hate pick up your fear face yourself in the mirror be accountable for your actions and the weight they bare because its not demons on earth only men who create evil so unfathomable WHAT DAYS ARE THESE ONLY THE EYES OF THE SINNER WILL NOT BE DECEIVED