I haven't written in a while, I guess I lost my inspiration.
But now I'm back again, with another situation.
It was about a week ago, my grandmother had died.
We carried the coffin through the church as the priest spoke and sighed.
He lectured everyone of us, explained just how it is.
This life that we're living isn't ours, they all belong to "Him".
At first it made no sense at all, but of bullshit to me.
The more he explained it though, the more clear it began to seem.
Everything we do in life, all ends up the same.
We live until we die, with no satisfaction with what we gained.
In the end we're all together, wondering if it was okay.
Wondering if we're proud, if there was more we could've done today.
We wonder deep inside, if we're being marked like a game.
Yet considering that so much, usually drives us all insane.
If this life isn't ours, why do we live to begin with?
Why do we work so hard, why do we force ourselves to limits?
It also makes you think if all of this were true.
How would you then live your life, knowing it doesn't belong to you?
Why is it so bad, when someone takes their life away?
What's so wrong with suicide? It's not our life anyway.
You live, you die and you're forgotten, not always in that array.
So whats the point in holding on? It's not your life anyway.
After he had finished, I sat and thought a bit.
Back to where I started, it was all a bunch of shit.
We live because we can, we're given birth to start a new.
He can't be watching us all, nor have any effect on what we do.
The soul doesn't exist, and its simply no ones property
We have a brain and some functions, we define what we'll be.
This priest has opened my eyes, but I didn't believe a word he said
We work until we die, then after that we're all just dead.
Our accomplishments if any, live on through those we love and hate.
This silly priest believes in god, but I believe in Fate.
