i am my own religion

do you believe this lie? this lie about heaven and hell, the sacred place we go when we die we feed on religion, this is a myth...something that should be forbidden we look at life through the past... i think this crap about christ should not last you pray for your sins, hoping to be saved why do you turn to god to help you through the maze? we live in our own mind, we are all stuck in this bind god cannot help you.... 'It' will not guide you through face it...this is what 'It' will never do why do you turn to another to solve your problem? why do you even waste your time? i believe 'It' should be forgotten you always tend to believe what you were taught, but take this time and listen to my thought..... i believe i am my own god i am the one who runs this life i know 'It' will not help me through all the strife i do not turn to this stranger for in my mind 'It' does not exist i do not pray for my sins, i believe that it does not matter we all must go on in this life thats lived some choose to be on 'It's' good side, but i know you will always have something to hide. i believe that 'It' does not care about us and never will and how do you know 'It' is real or is this how you think you should feel? i am my own religion, i don't let any of this get to me because in my mind we will never be free god is just a fantasy..a pass in time you will never know who to trust just face the fact....... 'It' is just a lie.......the very weird thing iz, iz that i wrote and submitted this poem the very same day i got into a car accident..... Written September 1st, 2001 © on Sep 01 2001 09:00 AM PST   0 • 10