Son, He Listens

Speaks for itself

There's nothing worth believing, 

I owe you this explanation. 

There's nothing worth believing, 

He's just a figure in your hallucination. 

There's no life after this, 

This is the only hell you'll get. 

Heaven is in your imagination, 

The hand-made stone is a silent assassin you've met. 

The rain screams shouts of blasphemy...

Listen close. 

The rays itself ask for your demise, 

Hide yourself in a fold. 

He's just an illusion...

Listen close.

Guide your close ones to a black hole, 

Leave their hands in between, 

Leave them dazed and bleeding inside this mold...

This treacherous mold.

Stop your breathing for someone who will never care, 

Gouge out your eyes,

Kill your dreams of seeing something that's not even there. 

"Son, he listens", is what you've been told.

Now you've reached the end of your road.

You just walked your life, 

Made it a darkened hall with no end. 

Everything you believed in is a lie, 

Now its too late to make amends.

Author's Note

Blind, hypocritical religion acts as a poison to the masses. Every God is supposed to be kind, only the ones propagating it are merciless.