On Plato\'s wall do we see a god or shadow
Is our faith in god but fear of an assured demise
Does the fear grow while we await Godot
For some, it is an inroad, a treasured prize
With pledged rewards they lure the blind to kill
a thousand heretics for gruesome thrills
Some are convinced with ease to join crusades
of horrid murder done with pious cause
To kill the guiltless leaves humanity betrayed
yet lordly martinets award a sash of bloody gauze
The sorry state of those with stern belief
is taking part in murderous, religious leitmotif
The chiefs of holy wars disguise unbelief well
By using propagandized scripture guile
Devoted husbands to the hounds of hell
They feed the beasts with bloody bile
and kneel at altars wrought of headless prey
declaiming odes to prove divine rapport each day
We must endure beyond the veil, the dark unknown
Defy abuse from those who feign to know
To prove arcana always fails, my life has shown
If one\'s regard is bold the mind will grow
In time a mental stature is granted pure, unflawed
Free of fearing change aloof toward a God
There is a place beyond our brief corporeal plane
To think of it our petty minds do quail
In blindness ere we chase astral concepts in vain
Our senses try to see, to hear, to feel to no avail
and drift away from truth and trust the lie
To see this place of places, we must die
I think I fall into a trap of dread
I glibly doubt the need for deities at all
I then espouse a presence after death
My reason seems to have appulsed a wall
Pretense explained it midst the reign of Moors
and simply said our god is more supreme than yours