Oh God, why do I live in pain and later tell me I am living in vain?
Why create a place so peaceful, yet the inhabitants are insane?
As child, I grew up with the notion of fearing everything around me.
The ground shakes and my heart breaks, is the gene up there playing a joke on me?
A taste of the rod, managed to keep me in line, but only for a short time.
Between fear and courage, the ones with a micro view will see the silver line.
If the whole point of living, would be to go to hell, the devil might as well ring my bell.
Fear would not let me speak my mind on daily basis.
Try a move and the masses revolts, saying you should have strengthened your basics.
The fear of failure, makes us thread too careful, are we really living?
Do this, eat this, speak this, move like this, wear this and find a special day to make up for your sins.
I roll my eyes in frustration like a shrew in a long line, I hate this shit !
Might as well ask the owner to burn this ball, if only I get to see him.
Are we puppets in a freak show or it is the blind fold which makes us think the solid thing we just touched is the truth?
In fear of their souls burning, no one wants to ask any needed question.
Everyday, is a new chapter, an episode, maybe a whole new session.
Are any of these fear factors a hunch to know what is right?
Because as it stands, the changes and phases are best described in a mortal vessel, and the prayer not to loose focus and sight.
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