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So it came to me
I pray this words rain on me
And never react to fool me
That everything we need to know
Is lying in this words
But our eyes have been blinded by our hopes
And the one we call Dear Father
Bless my earthly father
So he can teach me the way i should grow
And so it came to be
My eyes were closed for so long
To have seen the truth behind the lies
And finally when I opened them
I wasn't ready for what I saw in the real world
So it has been
That eveything He created with us
He cunningly used against us as sin
He claims to love us
He made sex the sweetest tool He used to multiply His food
Why then have we sinned when my cock dances with your hen
In the rythm of an unmarried union
And so it came to be
Awaken by the drumbeats of destiny
For the reception of another lost soul
If He gives us life
Why is death as bitter as a sour faced old man
In the sack cloth of mourning
I can only look to me
How we must all grow to our end
With deception of constant confusion
And hunger for something to strive for
It was just like yesterday
I can only ask myself
If we must die, then to where?
This constant illusion of someplace new He has promised
Where has it been lived as true?
Or just another shelf of fairy tales?
Born to die is the stream of life
Must we all be fooled but realised
That our death is just another food
For His stomach to get full
However young or old
We are all created by the Father
And eaten by Him
Shall we still open our eyes forgetful
To know whose joy it is
To see gnarling faces of grief
Tears filled eyes of distress
Tougues tied with shock
And heart full mof depressions
Shall we still be consumed with fears of His presence
And remember nothing
But ask Him why all the pretence?

zuby