A Need For A God

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