fear that’s instilled, you were born wrong. shadowed and judged, by the siren song. halfway there, well it’s not long. will i seek faith and crumple under weight..

of growing old when i may not believe. at least there’s something covering my base before i leave. and one thing’s for certain we will not survive. rather live my life than die a lie.

scream in the night, breaks the silence. wake to the day, full of violence. too much to bear, nothing makes sense. is it all fate to crumple under weight..

two wrongs make right as you look at the reasons we fight for things. for the land and the legacy, the buried remains, while the armies do battle and the preacher explains, until there’s no one left to burden the blame

accept/except god.