Prophets devour the minds of accusations when only one road is the way of life
Prophets set fires burning the nostrils into breathing zealousness for them
The word of God is the word
Even when time and rational are sand storms themselves
When thoughts flow freely they become corrupted by a warrior prophet of blood
A mindless crime is to never question which becomes a sin
Choices are ours not what old men with ink huddled in caves decide for us
Beliefs are walls with Greek fire spewed upon them completely radicalize its fervor
Water lucid in nature and rationality calm its flames
And when water the creator is taken
Society looses itself to blindness for someone who wanted control across the sands covered in blood
No prophet should excel to the realm of Gods if he took lives for an idea surround by death
To purify human beings that were simple
Forgiveness should run instead of blood for the lost souls who commit acts with metal instead of tulips
But no religion can stand on a pedestal for they all desire to control
Instead be the sun and moon giving light upon the earth
We are all brothers and sister to a cause that hold the pen in our hands
For its mightiness is beyond the sword
Words sting harder than any death when words connect us to the same feeling
Je suis Charlie.