Rose Then
Fell
Luck,
destiny or coincidence at times
Makes the
most ardent skeptic consider truth in rhymes
For what
force makes events that rescue or shine?
Look back
to see a moment either way, that would’ve been a swine
Yet many
reflections of history show scant respect for sanctuary
Wreckage
of humanity, the earth red with the blood from butchery
Even
worse than coincidental, the deliberate acts of ideology
The same
belief that can power good or evil too is known as theology
So we
choose as humans to which to woo and adhere
Heavily
weighed the longest desire to live forever, obliteration the fear
The means
then become irrelevant as the ends important
Human
life inconsequential so long as superstition and fear are triumphant
Near but
so far now, was a world where mind freedom was possible
But then
cowardly mankind shrank back into the comfort of illusion
Rescued
into chains, superstition and idolatry now reign
Religion
too has surpassed its reason for being and is now insane
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