The sense and non-sense
Be based on your competence
Can you comprehend?
The few have confidence in your incompetence
It is a science
Experiments with your innocence
They have to pay the rent
How they love to bask in opulence
With tiers of preference, we got catalogs
That say, “Your problems we can solve!”
They got you by the numbers
They know your stars
They will bring you closer to god
If you pass silver over their palm
Their meaning well is a menace to those seeking help
Methods that captiously have you questioning
The need to know your self
Who are you? You think they have a clue.
They play on the fragments with in you
Now you got purpose, trying to fix what was working
Upon your pockets they be jerking
I am dressed in white, my hands are together, with eyes to the sky
I am the incarnate of some ancient guy
I got GOD on speed dial
Oui, lets pray for a while ja!!
The messages you receive is your state of mind
I was told bout the ending of times
The math is complicated or is the system of belief out dated
Just by chance with a glance
You know this bubble within
Existence has gotten out of hand
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