They came to the door,
Two young men,
They were from a religious group,
The church of Jesus Christ of the latter day saints.
They started talking,
Asking me questions,
Questions about my religion.
I told them that my belief,
My belief in Christianity had gone,
I had let it go when my wife died.
She suffered for many years,
All her life had believed,
Believed and praised Jesus,
Jesus as the son of god,
But when she was taken,
Taken with dementia
He was not there,
Not there at all.
That is when I stopped believing,
Believing in organised religion,
As organised religion is a farce,
A farce and a lie.
It is like politics
Trying to get people to see,
To see in one way.
They listened,
They said there piece,
And I said mine.
They eventually went
As I had out talked them
And they could not get there way,
Not get me to believe,
Believe in religion,
As organised religion is a fallacy.