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And This is Why I Wonder...
It's ever so confusing when you find yourself deluded
Into believing the singular bullshit - religion included
Until you don't know which way you were facing
And you find yourself racing
For a truth that doesn't exist.
And I still wonder why I shouldn't die
What makes their life worth less than mine?
I don't see the point in war, or even hate
All I get's a bitter aftertaste
And blood in my mouth.
And this is why I wonder why we're here,
But your questions leave me feeling rather queer
And I can't make sense of what people are saying
But what's the point of kneeling and praying
If your own parents can't instill the values?
Pardon me if this doesn't flow or rhyme
Or if it doen't make sense - it took no time
And if what rhymes I used sound forced
Don't worry, it could be worse
I could've not written at all.
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