The Descending of Humanity

The descending of a humanity, spirituality and prosperity lost In definition, lost in Translation

Arguing semantics while old men throw caution and tantrums,

 

Mine, mine, mine

How old must we be, to let this be illustrations of our destiny?

How can we let this be, misinterpretation the trend and fallacy

When will he let us see, there is no place in heaven for individual needs

 

We are children with too many toys, spoiled and belligerent

We sit and toil over foolish things when sharing can cause the end of it.

So simple are these trials that seem so distant, and found without effort put into it, if you’d only look to see, instead of preaching just to hear yourself speak.

 

Mine, mine, mine

How old must we be, to let this be illustrations of our destiny?

How can we let this be, misinterpretation the trend and fallacy

When will he let us see, there is no place in heaven for an individuals greed.

 

 Blaspheming little hypocrites, using the words of a book to justify your actions, You twist and mold the words to please yourself, is this what he had in mind, divinity serving personal agenda, plagiarizing words dulling its distinction, nausea strikes the ones who see your truth

Use those words to get what you desire, why don’t you wipe your a*s with these pages and let them see, without the words and the power it brings, you have not the power to deceive, you’d toss this leather bound works and let be fable or forms of history, But since you use it for your own selfish satisfaction, you’ll find yourself memorizing every sentence

How old must we be, to let this be illustrations of our destiny?

How can we let this be, misinterpretation the trend and fallacy

When will he let us see, there is no place in heaven for individual needs