The power of belief & They are only painted

The power of belief

The edge of the world for you awaits,

the destination for your Heavenly gates,

and the one leading you to your Hell.

Come close, hear my pitch, I have tickets to sell.

The trip is but a simple timeless ride,

just open those doors and step inside.

Not going to tell you a bullet awaits,

and it won’t get you to either of those gates.

Into the hole your body will go,

nobody will ever question to know.

They are only painted

The angels wings, they are only painted,

in pictures and spoke of in untruthful stories.

Because of society, your minds are tainted,

believing the lies of miracles and glories,

parting of seas, commandments, and scriptures.

All the forgotten, misplaced, and lost truths,

replaced by a world with governmental strictures,

forcing religion upon the world's youths.

A choice never given, never aware of existing,

having to pray and follow restrictive rules.

The believers taking common sense and twisting,

forcing selective religions into the schools.

The angels wings, they are only painted,

make believe, fantastical, and are untrue.

There is nothing in this world untainted,

everywhere religion is displayed for your view.