My road to God was not easily made,
A lot of bumps along the way,
Twist and turns,
Rounds and bends,
Devastation at all ends,

Fall in the pitfall,
Can’t get myself out,
No one can help me,
There was no way out.

Years of Questioning,
Years of doubt,
Years of finding what the world was about,

Untrusting, no faith.
God slaughtered by the church,
With Sunday smiles,
And real emotions got filed.

Pretend it’s okay,
Oh Emma your just fine,
Get out of your headspace,
Smile all the time,

Got a job Sundays,
To get out of that fake place,
The church and Jesus was done for,
Only go there to save face,
It wasn’t about faith.

Appear to be happy,
Appear to be good,
Hide those true feelings,
In order to be understood.

My faith was dry,
Killed by the church,
I saw falsities,
Everywhere I turned.

So on Sundays I got a job,
Anything will do,
Dry cleaners work is new.

So my faith was gone,
I doubted the whole world,
What was real,
What was fake,
And what it was people can just make,

Science and knowledge,
Reading up real good,
For answers to questions,
That yearned to be understood.

Lessons on bodies,
Functionality tests,
Bad psychology,
It was good where it led.

I felt smart,
I felt in conrrol,
I felt like I could do something,
Which was really out of my control.

The devil’s works,
Are easily hidden,
By information that comes from the earth,
Not heaven.

Man made tests,
Some made to suffer,
And the extent of these things,
No one knows from the other.

Knowledge is power,
Knowledge is great,
Knowledge is unbreakable,
Where as knowledge is fake.

A hard lesson learned,
As I thought I was right,
But behind the knowledge,
Something wasn’t bright.

The history is dark,
The psychology is bad.
No consent,
Suffering for answers is still to be had…

Knowledge is great,
Knowledge is good,
Until you can see the evil,
It needs to be understood.

How did we learn,
About people’s brains?
Subjects to tested,
They where never the same.

Unwilling participants,
Subject to shame,
For those that where different,
Couldn’t have a say.

The history behind it,
Is so bad,
It appears to be good,
It appears to be helpful,

When you begin to read,
What happened in our past,
What people where subject to,
Under those who put themselves in charge…

And when you read the history,
And what is taught in schools,
White men always conquer,
White men always rule.

The history of Australia,
The same goes in America,
The false prophets claim,
The false prophets rule.

To give God a bad name,
To slandee His word,
To make it uneasy,
To make God unheard.

To give false hope,
To be solid in science,
To know all the answers,
To make a strong alliance.

To confuse,
To tear down,
To weather away,
To fear,

The false god is everywhere,
Something real to fear,
For we know where he works,
We know where he hides,
Behind knowledge and the confusing lies.

To make things grey,
To blur the lines,
To make it hard,
To make a lot of lies.

To uncover God,
In his own false way,
To appear real,
So you think you can heal.

To make you think your god,
To make your hard works amazing,
To force you to confront things,
Force your heart to hide things…

To see his work,
You’d assume it’s good,
Knowledge is power,
Something we understood…

To be in the classroom,
Forced eye contact,
To appear to be concentrating,
Forced to appear not to lack.

Don’t fall behind,
Don’t colour how you wish,
Don’t use your imagination,
Here’s another standardized quiz.

Knowledge is great,
Knowledge is good,
So many with collage degrees,
Only leaving with a huge ton of fees.
None in their job,
Overqualified for some,
Some kicking and wishing they hadn’t begun.

Swinging depression,
The psychology of today,
And the trauma of people,
On mass scale for sale…

For the pursuit of knowledge,
That very fine thing,
But when they don’t have answers,
They won’t take no as the answer.

For I have said no,
On many occasions,
Let’s follow your son,
Bribery at play,
We will give you a free assessment,
We will provide it no charge,
Let us tag along on your journey,
There’s our work to be done,

They say you’ll help others,
You’ll be doing good,
Let us test your kids,
To see what you have done.

Then it clicked,
It dawned on me,
The depth of the ocean,
The bottom of each sea,

To the ends of the earth,
To the God given life,
The depth of knowledge,
It will never suffice.

And who can I thank,
For the marvellous creation,
For the one that gave the world a nation,

It dawned on me,
To the ends of the earth,
Knowledge is limited,
A never ending thirst.

For if knowledge was so vast,
It would run past the sea,
Beyond the ocean,
No one could ever see…

And if knowledge in man,
Was meant for us so,
Then why can’t they recreate the humble dodo.

If man where so great,
So knowledge and powerful,
Nothing would be lacking,
Everyone would be fruitful…

But man can not run with that level of power,
You see them all cower,
When they can’t explain something,
Downplaying the results,
And uplifting their service,
When all along I was the one,
Connecting the dots.

They force me to hardship,
They’ll force me to cover,
They’ll force me to do anything,
At their want and their power.

They lie to me,
They lie to each other,
They downplay the good,
And expect me to accept their shit on a plate,
Lucky and thankful they’ll accept.

For I am no one,
Another number for their book.
For them to experiment,
So they can look good.

Don’t build up immunity,
The hospital told me,
Pushed on the weight,
Because surely she will need that…

For she will suffer,
She will get sick,
She will be hospitalized,
Her outcome is bleak.

She was born low immune,
Heart a little wonky,
And has a small lung.

They told me she’d die,
If I didn’t do as they asked,
They told me I’d kill her,
I had better act fast.

So I did what was best,
Knowledge at the time,
Knowing how the body works,
I would only accept what I know works best.

I stopped attending those experts one day,
I built up her immune system,
I had my say.
My results where so good,
The doctors surprised,
They need to monitor her,
With the corner of their eye.

A few years later,
My son was born poor,
Experiments started again,
This is when I began to find God.

I prayed and I prayed,
God send his angels to my son,
As he lied on the hospital bed,
So frail, so young.

They worked and they worked,
He got better, they said,
They wouldn’t admit when they fucked up,
But held everything on my head.

They put me through hell,
Ripped out my heart,
Burdened my brain,
Broken my heart.

I didn’t pray much,
Very little back then,
Those few months ago,
When it shook me to and fro.

God by my side,
Full power at work,
Devil at play,
This is spiritual work.

God on my side,
I found Him again,
Shattering all my fears,
Making life okay again.

He healed my son,
He restores my faith,
He listened to my prayers,
He is like no one.

For God is good,
For God is great,
For He made the dodo,
For He made my kids great.

Some days I forget,
That He walks with me,
But I soon pray that he forgive me.

For I know I am stronger,
With Him on my side,
For He holds the word,
And He knows his power.

He can heal the sick,
Unlike the man made magic stick,
God knows it all,
Man won’t ever accept that they’ll always fall.