Happiness And Hell Poem by King Midas

Take a look at the world we live in
Don't be afraid it'll just hurt your mind
Look at the beggars who fought in our trenches
And how society can be so kind

Look at a struggling mother; a dead beat dad
Money doesn't grow on trees, or so they said
Illegal men steal to their content
While the poor mother can't even pay rent

And religion is laughable
Just call in the clowns
Another tool is rationed God's love
Another member fights for a crown

Hippocrates and liars lead our congregations
Politics should be thrown away in a time of grace!
You pray to a savior that you cannot talk to
And you say my mind is going to waste?

And the people that lie to themselves
Who can't develop their own ideals and thoughts
When will you petty fools see
That happiness can't be bought!

Not by a false God, or a perfect Christ
A man cannot walk on water, it's all a lie
A doctrine conceived in spite-
That we're all trapped in this hell

There is no way out just look around
How many people wear a frown?
How much joy can really be found?
None that I can tell

Why do people kill themselves?
You give a man a gun and he's going to fail.
Two world wars and we're still fighting?
Yet we have the audacity to believe in a hell?

We'll we're all already there if you're too blind to see
Bought by the blood, or brainwashed I ask
Can you find happiness in hell?
Well that's the task