Divide

Men rushing the frontlines killing for hate

Leaving the warmth mother served on a plate

Take orders from an Uncle as he preaches false hope

A dream in the pits of a fire too roaring to poke

To question the conscious, will cause riots and smoke

Fight for whatever rights you say they revoked

A word is a word and the law is a joke

Women at home wanting more than a frame

Of whom their fathers had spoken of

For whom their mothers made graves

Pray at your stone, your pulpit, or bench

No matter your tears this god will not be quenched

No matter your performance, or act, or song

This god leaves you yearning for where you belong

You hunger in streets where your father was weak

To live you must trudge through your own murky creek

Forget all the secrets you said you would keep

Live by your own rules, and own voice, and speech

But ideas wont fall too far from the tree

Whose roots are all rotten

Ripped apart at their seams

Searching for water

To nurture their needs

Dried up is the well when requesting for water

Flowing and vibrant if you obey your father

Life is circumstantial, regarded at best, as a simple attraction to what's underdressed

Your life is a speck on the lens of this god

Beg for respect 6 ft under the sod

You gave up a check just to be checked upon

You paid for a fence although your neighbor has one

You hold your regrets like a film to exposure

Hide under light though it makes you look older

Mold on the bread, mankind to the earth

To look past this now would be a new virgin birth

The same control you fight, that left you cold on some nights

Pure kerosene trails to a bomb on ignite

You hold what you want and the rest is your guest

For whom you stay vacant, and open and dressed.

Pleasantries passed, like a pig 'round the table

Im sick of pretending we arent Cain and Abel

Murder for prospect, or hunger, or need

To me it's the same greed, and death is the steed

To take you away from the hell they call earth

To save you from what your mother gave birth

A wretched distraction from beauty and worth

Not of the living, but of yourself and your curse

Would it be so tragic if death held your purse?

Can't take your possessions when they close the hearse

Still screaming, repeating the same broken verse

About all the things you've forsaken on earth

Take what you offer and pay nothing back

Lies on the news, claiming they know the facts

They move our attention no matter how black.

And then wonder why we choose to attack

Im sick of perversion and bitter mouthed lies about all the changes preached from other wolves in disguise

Your words will not fool me for blood cannot lie

I've tasted Motherearth and fed from her thighs

I've seen all her failures, and the truth in her eyes

Religion was set but with half effort tries

Like someone made earth just to watch from the skies

All the blood she soaked up from a man and his rage

In religion's false teaching with war on the same page

Go back on your word like returning a tape

Now someone else watched as you tried to escape

Sick of the same shit that he saw last week

Existence is a pest, that's scurried and meek

God strokes his ego in vain masturbation

As the choir sang out in mass adoration

God gave us instincts but expects our repress

He forced us to sin just to hear us confess

You're a test to him, on creation he tries

Like a kid on an anthill, the power abides

In all knowing control of the lives he provides

He refrains to do what is easy and vain

Crush the world he's hovered his foot over with strain

This speck of a life is just a split second frame

No matter how I live I'm only a name

Just as you, just as them, and who you think high

Strutting holy confidence with death in their stride

Make your life about all that you follow

Or you will end up another tree with a hollow

A shell no one loves, no comfort in wallow

A mere something more that mankind could swallow

To forget this now would be an utter remembrance

Of watching Egypt die alone paying severance

To some higher Son just as we do still

To deny this now would be an unholy will

How much can we see when our vision is need

How many lives pay the loan on a soul bred in greed

Flick up the safety, pull back the hammer

Aim at the ones lost in blinding enamour

As the world sets ablaze, make news of the glamour

Force feed pretention, and secular clamor

Please leave your spoon at the dinner table

Your past should never make you feel unable

Bring what you have like hay to a stable

Make your story yours, nonfiction or fable

Remember you still owe the dues

On the credit your past misused

See if they'll cry when you die cold and abused