Man In The Sky

The belief that something made this world but wasn't made- that it is all powerful and that if you prayed things will be okay Humans cope and wonder they make myths and gods out of thunder we are a curious species we make religions out of whatever we see Massacres have happened families have been killed but it is all apart of gods fucked up plan- and we follow everything he built But bow your head to the man in the sky ,and pray that your soul is design to ascend. Then look at the wreckage before you die, and choke on the lie you were forced to defend. A lifetime of static, of kneeling in dust, surrendered to gods who abandoned our trust.