Busy busy boy

He’s a mean old man

Who fights stones with flame

In the desert

2000 years

And its still the same

No end in sight

To the fight for

Power in the promised land

Claim to be in his right hand

Murder, death justified

Comfy where we reside

Why do we perpetuate

Intolerance and so much hate

How can we turn aside

The useless loss of so much life

Silly little boy

He’s an angry man

Who dwells in a cave

Feeling hate for

All of those folks

Who can’t be named

You have the same god

Still you fight for

A busy boy

That’s a mean old man

Who fights stones with flame

In the desert

2000 years and it’s still the same

No end in sight

To the fight for

Well now how did we get ourselves into this mess? Right here right now. Was it love? Was it hate?! Our need to persevere?!

Seems more like fear rage ignorance and hate to me. Come with us now as we trudge forward through the shit that is this world we must live. Dark dull and dire with weak willed pawns in a game they cannot win. And who do we have to blame? You? Me? No one knows. But one thing is for certain…enjoy every moment you are given because well, fuck it.