I am nothing like you think I am.
I am evil like the Satan in your Bible.
I am good like the seraphim and terrible like. . .
Dread Cthulu who waits dreaming beneath the
waves.
Are you a judge or are you a prisoner?
Can you understand the appeal of the gun.
The vision the distance the resistance of the trigger
The breath held back and the path of the lead.
Can you see how we are all cut from that cloth.
And how understanding is the only real freedom.
Hide, O' hide you children of Gaia. . .
Tremble at the passing of the years.
Submit to your masters and fear the kindness. . .
the kindness of strangers. . .the breathe of
invented god's and supposed monsters.
There is so much beyond here,
and so much here to see.
Fear does not become us,
and Ignorance having become our faith. . .
will only lead to genocide and mouthfulls
of ashes.