GODs
Faith is a beautiful thing
if you're lucky to be blessed
For as you grow older
it all becomes messed
As a child it made sense
the stories and fables
As an adult;
you're the horse that bolted the stables
Wishing you could wrap up life, with a bow
Hoping one day you'll forget what you know
Blame it on God or God's, if that helps you
to understand the psyche behind ‘bombings between curfew’
I pray sometimes to be blessed with blunt faith
to put it all down to, and make me feel safe
But alas the more of the God(s) I do read,
my mind does rot grey for reality's creed;
There's nothing to gain
No points to earn
If hell exists;
we're all going to burn
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