I fell asleep to the wonder of your words
I’m not afraid of what you bring.
I’m not afraid of where you came from.
But I’m afraid, I’m afraid of death.
A tower! a tower! a man in a tower, looking down.
But god’s children, they cry “NO!”
Don’t calm me, I’m not a child. I don’t need eternity to sleep at night.
I pulled my own rib out, and I stuck that bone in the sand.
When will man realize it’s their own fucking blood on their fucking hands?
A tower, a tower, it’s all that they see, but oceans and earth are what I perceive.
That old time religion isn’t fooling me.
If we can figure it out, we will find, that your happiness is piece of mind.
And what is philanthropy? Is it ‘good works’ done for an afterlife, promised facetiously.
Mankind’s greatest purpose is life itself.
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