a traveller walks along a shady path
looking back at what he left at other villages he passed
he kept searching for another soul
who didn't know
just where to go
to let them know
about the long awaited ending of the world
reciting fairy tales and miracles
when all the sick die quick of illness
this god of whom this man was preaching
seemingly ignored his teaching,
leaving all these needy people
endlessly sleeping 6 feet deep beneath our feet

i really dislike people boasting their beliefs
preaching myths and scriptures they cannot conceive
why can't we all just live with respect and harmony
i don't want anyone to act and be like me
i want to preserve what's left of individuality