BELIEF; ODDS OR gODS

What are the odds we live out our lives?
Where are those eyes buried upon you?
Who made the gods ever rule our minds?
When did our beliefs grow it’s color?
Why do our bellies hunger for vain?

There is no end to having a life,
Our beliefs changed once we found our tribes.
The gods are feelings of higher beings.
The eyes are beliefs made by the world,
we don’t live it all, till there’s purpose

Ruddapoet