The Era of Religious Father's

      The Era of Religious Father's

If our unconscious brain sets in we would be a perfect being
As a life schedule that left behind none
A brain damage that death could define
More as a flip choice a eyeless religion has made
Who do nothing crippled bench warmers

As the reinforcement of tiyyed hopes
Extreme joy in the brim pool of dark light
Set aside, women from hopes and tasked for faith
The mighty hopes for religious father's is handicap

As the eve go in search of suffering
He sets a nagging statue with a crown of supremacy
A drink at night and whip-wake buds for next day devotion

Choice I cannot made sets in, love fades
But striving continues