Death Is Our Only Option

There is no real religion.

If you're in-tune, check your spiritism.

There are no real Christians.

Only Christmas manscaped from July.

Divide the people by bullshit, then you divide the pie.

So opinionated, so offensive, so abrasive.

It's all love and smiles until even the smallest

Disagreement.

I write to back you into a corner of thinking.

When could you ever take the Bible and twist it?

Even in my dreams, you all die, and by all, I mean all,

Myself included.

The world ended long ago, we're just here held

Hostage by a big thumb on the detonator.

There's facts, then there's narratives, and no one

Wants to listen, but everybody wants to be heard.

I just sit back and observe.

One shot to domestic violence.

One shot to gang violence.

One shot to police brutality and as long

As it's not any one of yours, you won't complain about it

One child dead.

Another one raped, forced to have a baby.

One woman can't even walk to her car because she

Don't feel safe.

One hero who paved the way for peace

Is a hero assassinated.

I've been studying the Bible for years.

But I keep failing tests,

So I still haven't graduated.

Because I don't understand how all these years later

We continue to fight over something as stupid

As hues. Let me phone in.

I need Blue to drop me a clue.

My answer is and always will be death.

As you know, none of you will ever change your ways,

And no matter who doesn't like it,

We are all the problem in some way.