We follow blindly With eyes wide open, yet we do not see Stories so big they're hard to believe Are they merely fiction or reality? The book says we're a spitting image but If there was a reflection, it would not be us It would be a tiny creature, the color of dust With the power to survive a nuclear holocaust Allah followers bombing villages, k**ing innocent civilians, Screaming “God is greater” Preparing to make yet another crater Living life looking for forgiveness Searching up above for a witness Thinking prayers will provide a**istance Worshiping unseen beings with no proof of existence Living just to die, dying just to live What kind of common sense is this? Thinking one day they'll let me in if I'm consistent All I have to do is stay dedicated and persistent