Its sad as time flies,we crie,does time die/
we sigh the same way after askin why man tries/
do birds appreciate flying,do we thank god for walkin/
as birds fly high above we read novels by steven hawkin/
we cease to dis-approve wit moves by millitry minds/
man kind,designs the death of those behind with riot sings/
indulge in sudden currents of power as god devours/
those who cower behind a mask,these taks are done within an hour/
we tak for granted weve come so far from paintin life on cave wals/
we gave wars,created laws and even doctors for shot out jaws/
religion has paved the way for past history and now today/
but lifes grey,science has ruined what made us neel on knees and prey/
i change a way of culture,souls ruined,man kinds a pagon/
a sweat of sorrow for those who follow a person who preaches "god made'em"/
we sigh a conqure of sudden hope that we dont tighten a suicide rope/
cuz we can cope with "yups" and "nopes" like we can climb lifes grimey slope/