Make it right, you alien.
You know what einstien didn't
You manipulate us all for your own personal gain
With time. Helping and killing us like the sun
springs forth life only to give life cancerous sunburnt
The teeth of the wolf has free will. And
It remembers the taste of blood when it spots you.
In the same golden rays resides pain and pleasure.
So we walk weary, unable to speak for being god-fearing
While those that tell you to fear god speak
Unthinking about importance, truth, substance
Making up things like you to fill our own ignorance with
Something, anything, because we are too proud and idiotic to
Admit that we just don't know, that we are indeed brainless when it
Comes to what comes after. We like to pretend we know, and
Smugly validate the following sheep who cling to such sinking
Rafts. Well boy howdy, I want something better.
I suspend belief because I refuse to be scared into
Conformity. Hell, I've decided, does not exist. Whatever
Punishment awaits those disgusting souls better be handed
Out by the living or never at all. Hell,
I don't have to be scared into being a good person --
Therefore I don't need the idea of hell. It's just too sickening
and mirroring of the hell that exists on earth right before our eyes.
So before you devote yourself to fairy tales maybe you
Should spend your time doing something positive
And not just latching onto personal gain bleating with the
smug, ignorant, sheep. Maybe you could be real for a change and
We are living, for christ's sake.