The Life Cycle of Religion
The Birth of Religion
Meet Mr. Memory of memories made by many
men mighty in their own way led astray & plenty
dented the fabric- & time relented to enact this
struggle of faith & will- break the bill of rights till
it splits- And the man leaves adamant & pissed
reduced to tears & carnage, we live but so harmless
so bland yet we act detrimental hand on the harness
don’t be alarmed it’s just wit losing its bliss by this
And being recycled till the man calms & hits lists
of faiths- NON SERVIAM- scrolls riddled & mixed
jumbled up the originals so he remade the played bits
of holy books so peaceful warped to promote blitz
of fanatics to enact hits upon other fanatics so backwards
lift us & throw us down a spiral bottomless- sacked all
emotion & truth- Solomon’s ring engraved on my tooth
so gold & shiny- I became a malfunctioning entity whose
wisdom departs making me benevolent And a smart foe
start upon another faith- I lead this race..Ready, start, go!
Religion grows up…
Fire & brimstone- requiems by the choir
they sing alone tired they sink old- wired
as puppets by thinkers who think upon pulpits
Of skulls & bones- clones of men in cults- knit
webs to tighten the stranglehold made by bold
heroes brash & rebellious- callous & feared told
tales of hellions- took to gallows hooked fellows
being raked by hookers with books to sign hellos
and highs- made sure they sign their fortune & life
for a moment of pleasure- these men in dire strife
starving & knifed- tied with cloth- these men honor
Lies- convert a nought by their cross- a goner
buried alive- by faith hearing funeral bells so clear
the procession by his peers leading him so near
to the fear of ex-dears coming to divorce his worth
they erase his birth by grazing his forehead- he thirsts
but the water is used to baptize him first his head bursts
with ideas- but leered at he maintains his ideals leaned
back to silently attack the men who attach to demeaned
vessels- children once so pure so naïve- so brave
left with distaste in his mouth he moves out the cave
of lies- the pirates den called faith
ends it all…he’s gone- remains an atheist in his place
It grows old…
Disbeliever so chaste yet mocked & he blasts clocks
of tick tocks to force the pendulum to rewind lots
of mistakes and memories- he claims clemencies
from false idols he libels their idols till deficiently
constructed belief negates his worth he falls head first
Lost they remove him- make his hearse run on the thirst
of needing other Gods- his believers disbelieve- he vanishes
returns in a new guise, new book new culture- he manages
to get his believer to believe again- believe till the end
it will end and until then he’s your faithful friend
You’re Religion.
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