Every man will ask the questions

And every man will suffer blame and loss

Every day you die a little, understand the change

And choose your path without disdain

The seven tongues of god are in my mind

They speak to me in ancient Dna design

I have never seen god

You have never seen god

And when they speak to me

And the seven tongues align

Programmed to desecrate the pretensions

in your mind

To further complicate

I will now state that your convictions

Lack definition and form

Every day there is a bleeding

Every time I watch the world slip by

Focus, the blind pretension underscoring pain

The path to solace felt in vain

(If God did not exist,

it would be necessary to invent him)