(And he said)
How can one ponder self-insanity,
for much longer that 20 seconds?
For if you do,
Can one be truly insane if they question?
Or are the mad, truly, the mental?
What if they, were actually God's children
And the discombobulation of a mind,
Banishes these fellows as deranged,
When really they are the Messiah's of the century?
(With a laugh, she replied)
Is this some incubation of philosophy?
How we truly define mad, it's quite simplistic
Science discovered inanimate reasons for birth-
Not cherry-coated bullshit about existence,
God is not a cult above us, delivering quests
Watching "His children" follow a path of insolence,
He is a figment of societies lack of peace
That gives fallacious security to the weak-of-mind
And the insane- are those lacking brain capacity
Not those who are superior.
(And as she breathes, they roar,
The truth, and the agreeing!
The sneers, and the condemning!
God is reality, he is the father!
He's merely the silhouette of war!)
