Be Like

I thought I would see the light, be like Christ when I walk.

But it was all lies like flies on a corpse.

Spies with talks try to disguise their course and guide my thoughts towards a mind of wars.

What's time when the signs are forced?

What's mine is yours.

Trial by court I couldn't afford a denial by cause.

She left with the child by laws, I was left with a smile by force.

Meanwhile the child left insightful to divorce.

It reads like the Bible, spiteful for recourse.

Where's Michael when you need a final retort?