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