By Father Burkhart
All around me.
It surrounds me.
Flowing through me.
Just Bite Me!
Break the skin and your in
Sucking my blood like a leach
I1m way out of reach
Life1s so unfair,so what I don1t care
Life1s a paradise, I just don1t understand
Life and death, walking hand in hand
Freedom of Speech is a rare thing
Struggling each day to sing
To sing this life through
All life found true
True as the sky in the air
True as the strong scent of despair
Pressure to do right or wrong
Pressure to fuck or smoke a bong
Whether life could be this bleak
Or is it, could it possibly this weak?
As weak as a stillborn baby
As weak as one1s last breath
Religions one and all
Whether Muslims or Jews
All faiths have their own spews.
Weak and the strong
Both are all wrong
Whether I1m living my life all wrong
I1m living my life and it1s my own
Life's a paradox that I don't understand
A paradox that is completely out of demand
Truth and lies are all the same
In this sad cruel world we live in
Love and lust are just the same
But one true and the other is just lame
True love is a question we all ask of ourselves to
Make us complete, no one knows
Life and death are very similar
Yet they don't feel very familiar.
Week of cold hearts pounding against our chest, years of torment running down our breasts.
Hearts of Gold, Hearts so Cold
Does it even begin to make sense with the young and the old
Truth is but one faction of life but lies are the most true of either faction.
Lies of old and new.
Lives of money and despair
That1s all society thrives on.
That1s all society lives on.
That1s all society is driven by.
So I say this is passing what is this world coming to when all we care about is who1s who1s views.
Thanks for hearing me out
I love discussing despair and doubt
But as I close remember dead are those who live on destruction or phat clothes.
The more I think about it the more it appears that this world is full of wonder and doubt and the ability to seek God out.