'' You'Ll Just Curl Up And Die '' Poem by Bri Mar

What is reality, is it surreal,
Is this thing called mortality such a big deal?
Will we feel finality will it have an appeal?
We're brainwashed from birth till we die.

Who is this God we have so many choices,
Which one do we laud in the end who rejoices,
I find it odd we don't hear their voices,
Yet their presence we must not deny.

Blasphemy they say if you refuse to believe,
If you ever sway there'll be no reprieve,
They'll cause you affray then make you grieve,
To the depths of Hell you will fly.

By refusing to exalt you will be put down?
Not their deities fault you'll be wearing a frown,
Turned into salt by the one with the crown?
Forgiveness doesn't seem to apply.

Mercy as a trait somehow seems to be lost,
They do love to state your numbers been crossed,
You'll reach Heavens gate if you pay their cost,
Their principles you must never decry.

Billions killed by their Heavenly king,
Faith is instilled but in it's tail there's a sting,
If your death it has willed murderer has a ring,
Are we really that scared to ask why?

Gods investing in shares does not ring true,
Displaying rich wares makes me feel blue,
Ask Gods charge d' affaires if what I'm saying is true,
This request I know they'll defy.

As each day passes we are seeing the light,
Take off your glasses you won't get a fright,
More and more the masses know it's not right,
With religion you need not comply.

Gods you can't measure of facts there's a dearth,
Life is your treasure this is Heaven on Earth,
Do gain pleasure before your ship comes to berth,
For in the end,

‘' You'll Just Curl Up And Die ‘'