A God that dies

Not merely mortal But a cut above the rest Not only so but self absorbed mess Of society that never looks to one another for strength and guidance But looks at each other with critical eyes And half lit stares No truth can be told here Nor would it ever find itself Rolling off the tongue of a man or woman Who wasn't only thinking of themselves We haven't come too far to talk like Poets or visionaries on our time off So why don't we just shift Set one priority above the next Let it sway Have the waves stopped crashing on the sands Has the only success become monetary That's what world leaders and fake prophets Would like us to believe Sure jah won't pay the bills When your bills consist of overvalued "Necessity" I've been lost in the wilderness In a grove of pines Standing tall above me like a skyscraper That in time will come tearing down It's quite apparent to me why I've been so But not to you or your counterparts The counter culture Evens things out and talking with the dead Has opened my eyes The strangest life I've ever known The only time I've seen it bright But that's not a burden or a hindrance To the point I've become more aware of what is being said What needs to be said and what can't be We don't all hold the keys And what keys we do hold don't always lead us to the best prize Door number one might shelter your possessive self's query But door number three holds the light And door number two Well that might satiate the wanton needs But will never get us to where we need to be I'm a little bit too Un inclined to Lay my head down on your porch I don't buy into intolerance and greed I just don't need the finer things in life that selling your soul Can buy I may have been tempted but I still have it And I can still feel the butterflies I am a cut above in my ability To tell the difference To hold the flame and know I'm right