Were you created to control
Every earthly soul?
Mankind’s mind made you
In order to be sold?

The truth is greater than the fiction
That the traitors have written;
They’ve traded your nature
For the power of fear and the wealth of paper.

I believe in you,
With our world aside,
As not to misconstrue
Through the mix of the population’s pride—
Pried from you; the one who selfish desires pursue
With opposing crusades that persuade only to collide.

If I never get to know you,
Or if you don’t exist,
You’ll be the only stranger
That I’ve ever truly missed.