There’s always a chance
To make a change
To amend the broken patterns
And faulty restrictions
I could’ve cast out my demons
Years ago, if I wanted to
I could have been like everyone else
Become born again, “seen the light”
And joined the masses spreading truth
But who’s truth?
And how is this “truth” any different
From all the other lies?
Because a different guy said it this time?
Because this guy claims to be divine?
Religion has done nothing
But make a mockery of logic and sense
Imaginary rewards prince among factors
In making people waste their time
Sowing seeds into rotten soil
Believing bunnies and fat men
Will heal the boils on a grieving earth
To me, giving gifts is worthless
On a planet where slaves are made
To give their lives for money and materials
Where animals are massacred night and day
“We need them for food” the blinded say
I see an earth with far more worth and value
Than oil and wood
We should all take the time to learn
What this planet can really do for or souls