Though this life maybe yours to fear,
We have to decide what is fake, and what is real.
Is there a hell, or a heaven to descend?
When our lives soon come to an end.
Is this god they seem to recreate,
Up in heaven, making us wait?
Wait for his arrival on this evil world they say;
"He did create".
All the evil, molestation and rape,
This too is his creation, he created the angel Lucifer,
And as soon as he questioned him, from his side, he did seperate.
If he knows everything, why didn't he stop it?
War, hatred and fear, in our eyes he did spit.
So as I am here, waiting.. in a macial land, god does sit,
Waiting to send us all, into a deep, firey pit.
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