God is like police
with their security blessings
in the street.
They, both
They look you
They judge you
they tell us
what is good
what is bad
in what we must believe
and what we must hate.
You nedd to ashame
You need to blame
you need to carry
you need to shout
you need to fight
to kick awesome prayers
and turn it to actions
I have the legal santity
of muting my voice
and chosing my words
Worlds appart, you are your mind
simply we are, the perfect design
assembled ideas in a way of war
the peaceful demand of the heart.
