In what is said to be the happiest place in the world they lie down in death today, with a not so gay pride.
But where is the spirit of truth in the mist of all the gun smoke? is it just playing dead ?
As hellish madness unravels in a world of uncertainty, the lost ones sleep in their death beds.
But the ones that lived sing pray and shout to God,
but love is their god...
And the ones that live *sing shout and shoot, for their gods live on.
Just as everybody can be your friend, everybody can be your enemy. what if those who are your friends are also your enemies?
Pray to your god,
But if God is love is he bound by it ? and if God can hate is he defined by it ?
as if to be riddled with bullet holes, what if mind games are the quickest ways to lose your life... what will it take for you to find the 'safe house?'
If death comes for us all is it better to die in a love-delusion, or a god-delusion ?
and if love is love is love is love. what is Love ?