On God

When I think on God, I think en guarde

Touché! I get touchy, afraid of pitchforks on my tushy

It must be, when I was eight crying in the kitchen

Asking my mom, whispering, what happens if you go to heaven and I go to hell?

Tell me what you’ll do, well I’ll yell she tells

Me.

Whoopee.

Felt me harden my shell

Youth already afraid of death, second guessing every movement every breathe

Learned to fear God not love, guilt and shame fit like a glove

Grow up, learn only a fool believes, can’t take the first step, so I say what the heck, throw away the whole concept

Didn’t need the big man, to put me in place, no magic would save this face, disgrace, took a stand and rejected the grace

Laughing at people saying to turn myself over to Him, you fell for that gim-

mick, sick, twisted, the priests in my city used to touch kids – Haven’t you seen Doubt? He did it! Shit!

When I quiet my mind I know it’s still coming for me, can’t beat the heat

Outwardly reject, mentally unsure, inwardly I’m going to hell, screaming I’m an atheist, but I swallowed the whole lure

Now I say there’s no use for me, when in actuality, I’ve been living fear to the nth degree, removed the name, but played the same game

If belief can lead me to self-doubt, then maybe it’s time to flip it, belief to be free

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Published by Mark