AND ALL WE SEE...

Good morning Mister I'm Gonna Blow Up The WorldAnd how are you todaypraying to your God Of Territorial Disputesgetting ready to go out with a bangprobably never considering thatonce you've enjoyed each of those 72 virgins happily waiting for youit may not seem like heaven any moreknowing the way your mind runsbut we never seem to think of the obvious
yes
it's important to fight for what you believe inbut I draw the line at my humanity
and no
God DOESN'T want you to do thatany more than he wants you to pop a fart and whistle Dixie at the libraryand I don't know why you look at Himand see petty and vengefuland finitewhen I see infinitelike the classroom teacher who knowsyou don't take sides in playground disputesthe main thing is for the little buggers to learn somethingso you can pass them on to a higher gradebut we ain't there yetso it's always us and themand all we see isan infidela nonbeliever a heathenan apostatean unholyunrighteouswickedblasphemerJesusgive me a breakwhat are the chances there's only one path to followand each of them shouting OVER HEREeven I can see that's a mathematical impossibilityif we are all God's childrenwouldn't it make more sense to think that every belief system may have at least a piece of the truthand if we'd just put our heads togetherand compare notesthe bigger picture might comeinto sharper focus
but no
you're going to kill in the name of your God Of The Partial Viewin a crowded market with a bomb strapped to your waistyou are no betteror worsethan the guy who sends the misguided missile screaming through the skythe aftermath is going to be just as messy
and oh
a bunch of women and children bit the big one that time unintentionally of course collateral damageback to the drawing board with a shrugwe're still the good guysand none of our strutting Suitshave any regrets I heard them say itmust be nice to sleep at night with NONEof that on your conscienceyou poor sadcrazynumbdeludedpower junkiestoo blind to sense that you're going to beon the wrong side of historyto a man it's all a game to youwhere the end always justifies the meanswell hellI know it's a gamebut still I'd like to playwith as much integrity as I can musterand be able to shake hands with my opponent afterwardsdon't know if you can do thatwhen he's carrying his dead child in his armsbut you never have to view that close upnever once considering that it's all taintedfrom beginning to endand that nothing good can come from thatwhich proceeds from a starting point of eviland that it will hound youthrough this lifetimeand how many moreI can't sayyour only salvationyour only hopeof escaping karma'smassive kick in the assis that maybe...just maybe...It's all a dream