The situation is we’re stranded until we find a method of creating
A presence which will save our soul before we get the feeling
It’s a second chance at an eternal life, when really we’re all just mortals
In poverty and holding hands
With those who praise their imaginary friends
I’m not a blasphemer but I’m disregarding those voices you heard
Because they say if God talks to you, you must be a schizophrenic
Another world where the prophets are sacred and untouchable
You can condemn the actions of millions but you fail to see your own
I’m a concious observer who will sit on the fence
And watch as we all die trying
Blaming those who are purposeful and work harder to avoid their cancer
You lead your troops into battle on the basis of a hidden agenda
While profits soar, it’s all about changing a country into something familiar
Sidique Khan reads fairytales to the suicide squad sitting on a cloud
With a bandage taping up his neck wounds
Softly spoken for a man of such volume
There are harps in tamed tigers hands gently guided by the wind
But we’re not in someone capable hands
Just a shadow filled with darker plans
Adam's Ode
An Observation of religious societies and religious groups within secular societies, the promises of a safe passage into a heaven are all the same even if the beliefs are completely different and although I’m speaking as a cynic, its still hard to believe that war takes place for the sake of your god.