There is no making sense of any of it, That kind of sense floats around in the wind, You can store the question, By the time you sense the answer you’ll have sinned, I know an angel that dances with the devil, And another that’s gonna learn how, We all have our reasons, That’s all nature will allow, I know a woman who fights the devil, It’s an endless, worthless task, God can’t beat the devil, Because he wants the world to last, Nietzsche used narcotics, To tell the world the truth, He didn’t hate god, He just wrote from a roof, Marley and Lennon died from wisdom' curse, If you speak of love and beauty, You can’t change tack, And then speak of, humanities lack, Of souls of angels, and the ability to build, For a future of happiness, For that they were killed, Truth from the start, Or die from wisdom' curse, Innocence never in question, Hatred drove their love, What they hated, Was sent from god above, Peace, love, is wild like a dove, Love destruction, natural as a bomb, Building a better future, Can do nothing but wrong, Look at mother nature, Happy in the wind, Listening to birds, Happy to have never sinned, Endless moral foundations, For a quest, as old as time, A warm fire, and an elegant rhyme. The strong are doomed to selfishness, In order to survive, You cant save your life, And keep everyone else alive.