Mortality, Myth, and Sin

Picture this in your mind's eye,

Take society, put it in a bubble.

Silence.

Then an explosion of sound, you can hear the colours,

What did God feel like as the creator?

And what of the ringing sound echoing in the stars?

One day to be drowned out by the sound of car horns and car alarms.

He couldn't have known one day,

Morality would affect mortality,

And rivers of blood would flood the streets,

Like red wine staining your blankets, pillows, and sheets.

Mortality.

That prostitution would be common,

So that a single mother wouldn't starve her son,

And that you'd trust her more than you trust the police,

Because you don't want to wind up dead or beaten.

That a pastor would steal from the poor,

And he ain't no better than a dime store robber,

Who stole a couple of cans and maybe some milk,

To take to his family because he had to pay an electric bill. 

Myth.

Is it enough that the people you trust would rob you and let you die,

While politicians would prefer that you stay blind?

And that all the indifference and loudest opinions,

Would drive us apart like a creek turning into a river.

It's enough to make you reconsider your religion,

The devil preys upon your moral weakness,

He has poems to sell your soul for and he could drown out the sound,

And he'd wrap it in a bubble and blow it all up.

Sin.

Until you're left with an explosion,

And a dizzying feeling,

You question your existence,

And whether or not you are present or missing.

You no longer wonder what it would be like play God,

Because your ears ring loud like church bells,

Your skin burns hot as hell, but feels cold as sin,

And the stars sing like mythical fragments to your mortal ears.

Sound.

Now you start to think about reality,

The explosion was real, but where did it lead?

The answers are real, but they leave you reeling,

Because you have feelings and emotions you are still living.

So if you are out there,

Answer me if you can,

What is the price of society,

Is it mortality, myth, or sin?

Picture this in your mind's eye,

Take society, put it in a bubble.

Pop.