A Fool’s Gold / Terminal Humor / Mind Wars

A FOOL'S GOLD:

War seen from far to the eyes seems so unreal
Pray on your knees that some savior will guide you
Out of his place of violence and torture
To eternal rapture life in heavenly comfort

Still the bound fall to the ground
And mourn the tragic tale their living
Don't pity those who knowing fair
The choice denied the blind beware

The fools beaten down
Conquered by their church's armies
Forsaken by their God
Destiny ordained by priests

The machine is in motion
Though few step out of time
To the drums played by the victors
Calling forth the broken lives to join
That which they can't escape

Together we can rule the world
A promise of a brighter future
A better life for every person
A lie believed without a question

The fools beaten down
Conquered by their church's armies
Forsaken by their God
Destiny ordained by priests

TERMINAL HUMOR:

I have sinned against you my Lord

If anyone raped anyone she raped me

"Knowing God is having the promise of life that now is
Break that religious curse over you, it's held you in
Bondage, I'm convinced by the spirit of God, that the
Majority of Christians have been held in bondage by
Stained glass prisons, held in bondage by a religious
Spirit that tells them the days of miracles has past."

MIND WARS:

Misunderstood by all but a few
You hope to overcome the demons chasing you
Tempted to give in and weary from the chase
The conflict in your soul shows in lines on your face
Telling of a tale that only you believe
To others who in pity watch
But soon will turn their backs and leave

Too many there's no hope
Except survive against the cruel world
Disown the cause of all the problems
They're your children soon forgotten

Reminded of the things
That no one likes to think about
By poor, downtrodden people
Living in discarded waste
Go home to barred and shuttered windows
Keep the thieves and beggars out
Trapped by fear inside a fortress
Built by your own hands of hate
Nothing for those outside the circle of society

So lock the door and cock the rifle
Sitting, waiting, patiently
Looking for a moving target
In this wind blown no man's land

That once was home to all your children
Who left escaping prison's bars
They now are part of those outside
And hated from behind closed doors
The parents who once loved them
Care not if they see the cause
Won't admit that they are still alive
Life seems hopeless is it just us?