We got the gift of a lifetime, the gift to reach the creations of eternity.
But God first damnated us with knowledge, and then taken it away again.
We had the opportunity to create a new world
the power to change it all to something better.
But every day we open up Pandora’s box and unleash
stupidity in the most pure form…
How can we feel like we were created in that image?
Each day we are close to bring our self to the brink of exstinction
starving form the lack of of love and compassion unable to share.
The perfect creation so infected with imperfection.
How can we be Gods when we are so weak and deceptive..?
How can God create a being so full of fraud and fault..?
We drift apart in the night sky among the stars.
We make a shape that seems to smile with its mouth skewed.
We are moving further from each other and God…
at a pace we can’t count on… or out…off.
We come apart and gathers…in coffins or with our hands raised to Heaven.
At every nail we fall a little apart and through every brick laid further from the start
and the ending making us fall apart.
Like a boat from its moored rope and untied knot it will sink
unable to float because it couldn’t take the long soak.
We keep drifting apart and I do not even scream.
Bow my head to avoid the truth it seem
no applause from my tied up hands.
I know at the pace we ride now
nothing will be left for us…nor anything to show for us…
just the annihilation left over from Pandora’s box.