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Oh God, I am afraid of you, and of the things they say you’ll do.
It’s hard to put my trust in you, if I’m made to think it’s true.
If you are kind how can you do, the dreadful things that come from you?
The Armageddon, and hellfire, these religions go haywire,
threatening that we will die, apparently today’s ‘goodbye’.
When we are dead, we’ll find out then, who was right, or wrong again.
Why worry, when we’re still alive, as they are seeking to deprive.
So in the meantime, go away, with your theories and hell pay,
innocent I know I am, no need to listen to your sham.
The fear of putting one foot wrong, in case I never hear God’s song.
Where’s the glory of his love, the sweetness in his heart above,
the comfort of your faith in him, to ease your mind from feeling grim?
While I’m here just listening, to dreadful tales of unknown sin
no longer am I feeling free, intelligence must disagree.
A normal life I want to lead, for peace of mind, I beg and plead.
So brainwashed, that my soul is hit, a happy heart, now full of grit.
My eyes that should belong to me, are blinded, so that I won’t see.
Their poison’s nearly killing me, but intuition sets me free.
