"What God"

They were all figurines,trapped in a vial of saliva and blood

For every disguarded lie,there was an unfinished idea

You know the ones that burn deep inside the hidden eye

They wished they could die,day in and day out but never saying goodbye

Time did pass as it was meant to do,if there's no recollection for sanity

Than what must we do

The idiosincrecies will always ellude

Time verses energy equals death for each and every breath

So with each new year as the dust began to settle

The torture of everlasting denial

It became the sole reality and millions flourished and flocked to the graves of slowly and forgotten slaves

Paying tribute to the gods that never cared nor existed.