What?

An Exact form of Entropy
What a sport is Anarchy?
Like the Sand and like the Sea
You are you, and I am free.

For I am the reason and I am the rhyme,
Wondering when I should expect your sign
they say you're not of the air and not of the land
but I'm questioning your "Righteous Hand."

Believing is one thing, blind faith another.
why are you Father, not Brother nor Mother?
how am I to believe that you are The Divine
when you won't grant your children the freedom of mind?


If I am a sinner for asking why
Then I do not repent, I'll leave them to try
Leave men to sort through your griffonage
Because I won't be satisfied with a simple mirage