Absent Minded

Manmade God

You have no free will
raised to eat work sleep
and the only choice you have is to pick your poison
and how you wish to grind the stone
for a dollar
so you can feel
like you have a soul

god has a free will though
look at the world around us
he does whatever he wants
tragedies and tidal waves
hurricaines
and we think we have a free will
but this day is not like the old days
where they could brag that fact
that they had one
and ours is taken away

Give me a cell phone
with the most important peoples phone numbers on it
give me a bank account where the money never runs out
heck put me on sattelite and hand me a golden ticket for a free ride
to every bus train plane taxi
and watch me show you my free will
your man made god
the one that everyone watches that exists
the one you never know who just might one day call you
if youre brave enough to reach out
on his own tv show
on HBO
a game for adults i suppose

watch me go out and save the world
watch my free will sacrificed
watch my date with destiny a set up
and my fate a game you all have to play to save your world

If everything was free
and you could do whatever you wanted
go wherever you wanted
do whatever you wanted
just to experience your free will
where would you go?
what would you do?

If i had all the money in the world
and the connections and made your life that ride
and took that sattelite
and made several peoples lives rides just to see what they would do
and made it a game of free will
to take turns throughout the rest of history
would our free will still be pure
or tainted like the catastrophes of the world
what if you could do whatever crime you wanted with no punishment
just to experience your free will
while millions watched several of you

and here i am your man made god
calling psychologists
here i am calling world leaders
here i am flying out to here and there
here i am sacrificing my free will to save your planet and your free will
and all for those on a fame they cannot see
those inside the blindspot are subtly informed through different media
those in the spotlight with fame they cannot see

as the story goes in this game of life
some are veils of ignorance
some are tools of fooling the gullible god
who says life isnt a game?
who sees who
how and why
who is in the middle of the blindspot of the mystery
as the blindspot gets cured
and the riddle solved
can anyone solve the mr E to claim the prize?


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