I have lived a thousand lives And died a thousand deaths. This life however, Stands above the rest. Reimagining our histories, dividing the roles they played on each other. Deciding the past in their present tense, alone sits the glove that didn't fit. Words of your father, thoughts of his life, nothing to bother, strike it with your pill, time for sleep so still. The winner is the writter, his history is known. The loser is the bitter, The loser is foul, condemned by the church, brought down in a godly hour. It was written and we have read, forever will be told of their dred, they are foul, ungodly, heretics in name They lost and their deeds erased never will you know of their fame. Think for a moment if you will. What if they had won? Would we live still? If you think about it and you know our past. They changed it, ideas never last. There was no hell, simply a place of agony. But still we ring the bell. A new leader is announced and claims this place you fell to be a place in your future, burning in hell. There was no "God" then there was. Multitudes, or so told, of these beings Gave us life. Life from the earth made of dirt, wood, water, clay. How can we believe in a story just because they say, do it or die. Even though it may be a lie. But the truth it hurts In our name, in our heart But who's truth is true Well, you won't find it in your shopping cart. With so many opinions, thoughts, feelings. All of them contrasting, convicting, evicting. Opposing forces working toward the same goal. Death. Bomb this feeling and thought Bring what god declared we ought Spread ourselves Cover the rest Make the world it's best I am right You are wrong We bring you love And erase your song We are the chosen ones Chosen by belief Covered in hate Sorry sir No time to debate God has said, you must die Now tell me, would he lie? Sent from my HTCONE using Grasscity Forum mobile app