• What is love.
    Oh what is love.
    Is it something divine
    from above.
    Would my flesh burn forever
    if I didn't believe it was a white dove.
    What is hate.
    Oh what is hate.
    Is it to believe I
    rule over those with
    different skins,different
    faiths. Oh wouldn't rulership be great.
    You believe so blindly in what keeps
    you safe. You suffer,you obey.
    But secretly you question what's realy the truth everyday.
    You preach a secret hatred you dont realy understand.
    Its funny you think ,that your suppose to to be preaching
    to words of a rather peacful man.
    But as your master,says bow your head in silence
    you listen without even a response.
    No not even a nod.
    You hope to be saved by a maybe everlasting god.