The books lecture
As the almighty decides the fate
Of the innocent man.
Where money dictates the direction of souls
Like fervent pleas
Falling upon deaf ears.
We know what we do
But not the reason why we destroy.
We sell our bodies to the highest bidder.
We search for our souls
In broken down jet engines,
And dumpsters
And marijuana
Which leads us to the answers to the world.
(Too bad we were too high to remember)
Binding contracts with evil and hate
Standard procedure wickedness we create
Alabaster plaster coats our skin
And we are sunken in beyond our sin.
Is there a truth to this lifetime
When special moments stain our cheeks
With tears of broken down bits of childhood?
Maybe if you believed in miracles.
But the only marvel left to see
Is the unity of humanity
Which will not come until the dawn
Of morning beyond our own rising sun.