Theories and conspiracys
Some call it superstition
Only because they don't believe
It the biggest of all superstitions
Heads raised high
As their hands are clasped together
Praying to a God they have never seen
But still they keep the faith
With my head bowed low
And my heads spread out wide
I also pray in my believe
Although I be channelling to him
We all walk upon this barren land
With the faith that we will see
A white light at the end of the tunnel
Only for you soul to reincarndie
This ilife
So stop living it
Stop preaching similarities in difference
When we are all living beings
Theories and conspiracies
Everyone is entitled to their own superstition
Don't talk down on mine
When we place faith on our beliefs
02/01/15
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