'' The Whole Concept Of Gods Is A Lie '' Poem by Bri Mar

Our creator,
Or is it dictator,
Tell us do you ever feel shame,
Of everything alive you are the curator,
Yet for death you do not accept blame.

You blame another,
The truth you smother,
Is that the behaviour of a God?
Why would you watch us destroy each other,
Then your presence expect us to laud?

Do you watch from afar?
From some distant star,
Does death fill you up with elation?
With the one called Satan you're on a par,
Hell bent on the death of creation.

For freedom of choice,
We're supposed to rejoice,
Problem is the choice is all yours,
Believe or grieve doesn't give us a voice,
Blind loyalty is what it procures.

By following your will,
We learned to kill,
If you can do it then so can we,
Though that may seem like a bitter pill,
It's a fact with which you must agree.

To rule by threats,
Will cause regrets,
Not just for us but also for you,
Though people may follow their beliefs are hollow,
A hypocrite always forgets.

Let's face the truth,
Your rules are uncouth,
Being accountable to you doesn't apply,
You will never stand in the witness booth,
Why?

‘' The Whole Concept Of Gods Is A Lie ‘'