To be or not to be, a truly divine question,
By a man who believed, who knew the secret,
Of life, of death, how we follow god's instructions,
Our ideas, our thoughts, how they all are preset,
Many believe we have our own choices, but do we?
Who chooses to die at two or suffer until they're forty?
Or feel an unbearable pain or see the evil that we see?
Truly, Shakespeare knew the truth will set you free;
Death is it truly the loss of life or is it the one we long for?
Life, what is mere life but death of our body and soul?
Atonement, is what I'm told, takes you through heaven's door;
Failures, is what must drop you into Satan's bowl;
so who determines our failure and success we achieve?
God, Christ, Satan? Ourselves? Who is it you believe?
No one, because it's the way it goes, why ourselves must we deceive?
Who can explain it? That savior born on Christmas Eve?
Born to save us, atone for our many sins,
but what is sin? But a broken law made by the creator,
Laws that end where our new life begins,
Heaven, holiness, life with god is what we live for,
so why not end the sorrow and misery down here,
to join our heavenly father above, what? You can't do that?
It’s not my choice, if I break the mold what is to fear?
No more pain, but pleasure like a million cookies and not an ounce of fat,
But god says no, we have a objective to attain,
Something important, life saving, or something truly plain?
When will we know, is there a way to find out?
To know our fate without a shadow of a doubt,
To be in control is my life's true mission,
Everything in command from my mind to nuclear fission,
But the chance of that happening are what?
Nine billion to none, that I think I can cut,
Where there's a will there's a way,
I'm sure you've heard them say,
I believe this life holds me back,
I want my glory, my power, no matter what it takes,
I'm sure other will walk down this track,
So the end will be the icing on these cakes,
For only the will I really know why,
But how, how will I die?
Am I truly right or is it a mistake?
Is the devil tempting me, god show me a sign,
before I trust these instincts whether true or fake,
Let me know the way before I resign,
From within the horrors the dreams all inside,
Who will save me from the canon laws they abide,
I've dreams a lot, seen it done, the way's I could have tried,
The laughter, the smiles, all a cover-up, oh how I've lied,
The sleepless nights of terror, the lasting days of pain, the many times I've cried,
All the feelings all my thoughts all that I hide,
The ups and downs, mostly downs, the never-ending fear I ride,
A wonderful thought, the light in a storm, that's when I sighed,
The tightest know, surely won't slip, that I see tied,
Or a wish to be like chicken, to get deeply fried,
A government game? Who is caught while they spied?
Again, at court, more thoughts to fill, again I've testified,
Dreamt of cars that try to hit me, but miss much too wide,
My many thoughts day to day, contemplate a suicide,
Unlike others, upon myself I will not bring it,
But happiness from others is the way I see fit,
Every moment, each time another chance,
Missed again, I want it a bad circumstance,
Where I may just pass on by,
No need for a damn alibi,
Who will save me? I wish to thank them now,
For ending my anguish, my fear, it's my final bow,
I take, the curtain falls, show's over, no more,
Finally, my wish, my dream granted forevermore.



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