The Atheist Ballad

Several visions make an obvious call out to the storms from the west. But I'll stay asleep clenching my fist, while everything was trying to settle in the east. We were angels before this shootout turned into the wild west. How can I sleep? I'm face to face with no where to go. My blood turns cold and my guards are down. Too many easy distractions allow my enemies to infiltrate my passions. Breaking me down one by one, praying to a God I never thought I'd believe. So clear but still hard too see. Its an obvious war that's keeping me free. I'm praying to God because now I'm afraid. I wasted my whole life believing that I was strong, because I lived by this line "Only the strong survive." So I was thinking to imprison myself and try to stay positive minded. But now my life is being payed off on the market. No one is watching over me or blessing me. Leaving me to cast a shadow with my own dead body filled with blood. Dead blood. I thought I saved myself when I was only making a deal with the Devil. Promised a successful life made with lying, cheat and stealing. Only when it came time to bury the mess my soul was given up just like that. Unlike the dead when they rot after they are buried. I was walking and breathing and rotting from head to toe before I reached my casket. Life's made up with decisions. But I let money, grief, wealth, power, fear and ignorance surely be the death of me. Nobody was my name. And nobody was how I stayed. I wish it would all change. But the Devil had his eye on me. I guess it was that easy. To become another statistic to this failing. Dying. Raping society.