RELIGION

I brought the wise men to mine eyes to read that I may see 
Beliefs and fears and outright lies of life's great mystery  
In learning years I held my say to await the savant's call 
To clear my mind and find the way, the truth that answers all  

I looked and longed that I may find the path that sets one free  
Yet still was chained for faith so blind could shed no light for me  
Deliverance was not my gain if there is such a thing  
But pious paragons I disdain who preach then loose their sting  

And as I rest, my days but gone, and think what life's about  
I wonder at these souls who shone and prayed through devilled doubt. 
Heavens and hells, chimes and bells of high theocracy 
Don't ring for me for all I see is rank hypocrisy. 

Don't ring for me for all I see is rank hypocrisy.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Samuel Avatar
October 9, 2013 at 2:08 AM
beautiful and so true...pious paragons.....a term I like ....
Spence Avatar
October 9, 2013 at 2:21 AM
Many thanks, Evrod. Have a great week. That's an order!
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