Stories are God-made

As I was walking down the road, trying to find my way back to the board,
I didn’t know weather to turn, or to return, because all I could see was the beard I had gown from the room, and I didn’t want to let myself be,
Thrown down and spit up like it was nothing,.

So I turned around to the guard and he looked at me, like I was crazy,
I wanted to show him who was crazy, ‘cause God wouldn’t want me to talk shit about any other person then him,
So I let out my tongue, but he cut it off before I was able to speak the word of God.

Looking at the fact that the stories are God-made,
Nothing should be left unsaid, every one should say what they need to,
God made human, but not the monsters in them,
The monsters are made by man.
God made us good, Satan is the most controlling,
I’m at the side of God, where are you?

Then the Angels come to me, yet they descend upon thee who don’t know,
It’s not all a joke, the body shall go to hell, but not the spirit,
I’ve been seen, now let me be heard, where is your concentration, in a maze?
My life is a maze, and now Angels and God is all I’ve got,
You are not gonna believe.

So I let the blood drip from my mouth, my tongue where missing, and yet I could speak,
I told him God will forgive him for his inhuman crimes, only if he himself ask for His forgiveness,
The Almighty God will descend and light will decay one morning,
And I look forward to that spicy day.

Looking at the fact that the stories are God-made,
Nothing should be left unsaid, every one should say what they need to,
God made human, but not the monsters in them,
The monsters are made by man.