Knowing neither good nor evil but just what is The science of being is to flow to reach goals For which you're free to choose and dream Armed with wits and strength to learn and strive Never failing, always believing, of indefeasible spirit Bowing to no one but yourself as justified For you're always higher today than yesterday
Picking one from many fools who ran for a small price Tempted with morsels, contemptible as the beasts Gullibly proud of unshakeable beliefs pleasing the ears Snared they shall to slave that my free will shall be
Not startin' $hit Just talkin' it And I can talk it 'Cause I walk it I believe in talk $hit Get hit I can take a hit So come with it Or I'm gonna have to ask you to step back a bit and sit
Throw away the net of protection in this world: jobs, material possessions, health and fall, fall into the arms of love. Trust you will be held, Held in deep security, by the Maker, who wrote your days before.
i saw no point in telling all she meant to me of how i loved her and of the dreams i had as she never believed those words for long simply wouldn't accept their true meaning
instead i bought flowers and chocolates and wrote a card for her to read over and again until she might finally see what i see and fall in love
dying young seems like a dream i dont want to wake up im sober in my high in the end it means i cant escape the reality of the situation is crushing i split my hands open and there was nothing there maybe i was holding on to something before this im not the type to remember anyways i was walking next to you but i forgot your face and i still hear your voice as we become faded in each others memories i cant help but become someone new but its still the same me regardless to have love and been loved is to know grief all things come to an end maybe thats why we obsess with the limit even life comes to an end i assume im sad because i still love you my humanity leaves me as i fade to monstrosity i dont feel like myself anymore i look in the mirror the mirror looks at me
Let's look at religion A barley arguable opinion An iffy position to hold on a poorly written legend Playing pretend, a doctrine based in fiction
It's a belief It can be helpful with grief It can offer something resembling relief But there's no being above or beneath
It's only a story Meant for guiding, not setting morality A children's book with adult vocabulary Not to be taken seriously once you've learn about the tooth fairy
This is ridiculous This fictitious alpha and omega business An impossible for anyone to follow syllabus Why haven't we moved on from the preposterous?
If it helps...fine Use it, let it consume all YOUR time I'm tired of having to remind YOUR kind That's YOUR truth, NOT mine
