Belief

Belief

How could my brains contain the roots of a goddess tree?
If this so lonely planet shows me overwhelming misery

How can I balance on this struggle of life after death?
If life has an end without harmony and regret

Why are people as blind as a mole whose eyes are sealed without
light?
Or are they really blessed with color and the power to see
bright?

But if this brightness was sharp as the tip of the mountains
peek?
Then where is their cork that stops these stories to leak?

This leak is a waterfall that blocks the cave in my mind
This water is like a mirror that makes my eyes unblind

This reflects the most logical explanation straight to my brain
It makes me immune to the virus that makes people insane

A virus as infectious as a newborns first sinless cry
Makes even the most stubborn spirit afraid to die

The spirit becomes hopeless and suppresses this feeling in every
way
By creating an illusion in mankind so acceptable that it makes him
pray

Praying for a so called god, upper mighty and king of this
fantasy
Some even call him the father of every living being trapped in this
life with me

A father created by his own creation, the believing humankind
His children's spirits so desperate to put these theories in our
mind

So is my spirit wise and did it accepted his upcoming dead
Or is it just lucky that this virus is one of the things that he hasn't
met yet

And if we meet would my mind take the key as a gift and call it a
wonder
And will it use it to open these doors to the unreality deep down
under

So far I'm uninfected as a cold dark September night,
I seek no energy or time to challenge heaven or hell for a fight

Though I respect the victims of this sickness called religion or
belief
With the same sympathy I give to a patient suffering of a terrible
disease

Because I see it as a cancer spreading trough our society, trapping
people in its net.
But it's also a plaster that makes people unaware to the true meaning
of dead

So waste your time with fairytales printed in your head, living like a
slave
Or stay real and live your life free from the cradle to the grave