#genesis compilation

In my contemplation’s Symphonic occasions I never thought of something By it’s definitions

In his contemplation’s Deep appreciation To the misguided and misfortunes On this great creation

And so In a room Where I can think and pray And so I, Thought What is really wrong in our ways

And so I say to myself Our lives and our own fates Can’t even look us in depth Correcting some old ways Our paths converge constantly The world spins everyday And so I say to myself That all is fair in our work and play All is fair in our work and play

Our lives begin at conception We make sense of our world And think always of something To keep us from the cold

And some claim answers Of why we are here Some teaches of goodwill And some forces us by fear

And then On the dark Where we can only stare At the nothingness Of our plans Is everything that bare?

And so I say to myself Our lives and our own fates Can’t even look us in depth Correcting some old ways Our paths converge constantly The world spins everyday And so I say to myself That all is fair in our work and play All is fair in our work and play

Many stopped and many died Through the great consolation Some said truth and some have lied In the grand creation

Why do we care so much Of consuming and trading on none And where did my empathy Has left me while all has one

I cannot doubt We elude ourselves in order And we Cannot leave In this charade that won’t be over

And so I say to myself Our lives and our own fates Can’t even look us in depth Correcting some old ways Our paths converge constantly The world spins everyday And so I say to myself That all is fair in our work and play All is fair in our work and play All is fair in our work and play~