Seven

Ernest Hemingway once wrote: "The world is a fine place and worth figthing for." - "I agree with the second part..." I try to be a modern, god- following honesty I try to be a modern god that lives in dignity But there is still this aching thorn Moral mistakes that are inborn I know them all somehow... Ohh, what a feeling that I am dealing I know your seven sins need seven allies Ohh, what a feeling that I am dealing I know your seven gods need seven more lies Lies... seven lies I cannot be a modern god living on bleeding knees I cannot be, a modern god without divine release My soul feels so unreal and torn Human mistakes that are inborn I know them all somehow... I know the ruleless rule gods and others Your heaven knows not what I have been through A virtue for ages, they began to close the circle declaring doubt to be a sin I never wanted what I never needed Pointing your weakness to confirm my beliefs Beginning to see that sinning is a part that makes us human