Faith fell off the curb I was pushing jesus thrusting my hands in the sky in a desperate search for why.
A child gasps at war, the voice carried through the wind of gods sigh.
This matters, this matters, listen closely to the whispers of those in pain they need our light. We also have much to gain.
Religious violence hard on my brain. I don't want to accept it but whenever I speak out i'm told to
hush and respect it. They say don't love another until you love
yourself. In regards to god why do we put that sentiment on the shelf?
Other faiths don't have much to say except "come to me". Salvation
offered for a moderately priced one time fee. Hands clutching crosses
while children drown in blood. Reality ignored while a soldier lays face
down in the mud. Did he die in vain?
He did he died in vain he died in vain the voice rings around my head.
I seek survivors because life tastes different when you should already be dead.
-Dev
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