Art Thou In Our Brain, Dear Lord; Or Thou Exist? Poem by Rahlagane Mathebe

Art thou in our brain, dear Lord; or thou exist?
I bow on thy appellation and get a muddle -
Rejoinders so alluring that no man can ever resist;
And thy shelters so hard like a shell of turtle.

I gaze at the sun and the stars and then I smile:
For thy wunderkind cogitations art actually splendid.
I consider heaven too, but science knows not its miles;
Christianity has its own faith, but they eternal power is blended -

And there art dissimilar creeds proselytizing thy name inversely,
And that evil thwarts my previous belief
Since thy weakling face never shows accurately,
Or chat to me like you did to Adam and Eve; -

If hell is a pit of fire I get thrown in after I die,
I will forever regret lettering this portion of lie.