Religion Poem by Daniel Reurink

cold as frost the winder snows
covering my heart in layers and rows
I feel the presence of the sense
which guides me to this place of rest

so now I contemplate my skin
this body so radiant and thin
the circulating blood restores
a revolving hope to open doors

this fever I cetch is an ill
that produces my mind to feel the will
to avoid and begot what my heart
reveals to me from the start

scorching heat now rages my core
as tempting love begins to shore
so which upon my fleeting grace
should I live in what my moments face

this mind I use is of existence
that mediums relate to my persistence
transcendance in reality opens wide
to my inner thoughts and confides

my eye can see what others cannot
for my guise is shrouded and is fought
in a battle between philosophical rights
this tedious war gives me insight

as now for once I know my plan
to conquer, rule, control the land
my diety shows his wizard control
and sets my mood in battles below

as dreams awake in disorder ray
the ghoul, the fiend is currents stay
in the Styx the living dead
controls through thought the moments fed

perhaps these gods of long lost time
will save this world from needless crime
I know for once my mind is mad
so must I see this inward lad

this soul of mine is splendor chilled
to a noose of self that seldom kills
as a dove as a white racial blur
the linear happenings seldom cure

today I sing this test of mind
as I am my own making kind
a universal being that follows suite
to a beat, a rhythm, a moment flute

the notes I echo are not my own
but a magical portion of a divine cone
that light years away in Andromeda nine
we demons live in part of swine

the overlords above send earthly gifts
that I must search and I must sift
my poems are like no any other
for once perhaps you are my brother

as nothing I am and everything I be
I know in my mind I am free
to sing my song to you before
so let truth now be restored

religion is the death of self
no control or ability to seek your wealth
follow me and all is well
for if you sin you go to hell

what a joke, am I not right
for truth is but our own sight
hell is heaven and heaven is hell
as free choice is all but well

reincarnation now that may be
another joke about our own fee
how can one exist again
for billions of years we were all but sand

as we enter through nature's core
mother gifts each to their store
passing nature through nature to heal the people
evolution is order being featured

the magic of creation is shown in plants
that evolve of concious and our stance
but be wanred of the threat of life
for addiction is all but strife

in the beginning existed nothing
a perfect order of chaos and something
then by chance the word of thought
spoke to its self and was ponder caught

it felt as if it needed more
so particles began to restore
a powerful bang that atoms collide
and thus the universe unfolded inside

the fold began as a single carbon
that evolved in linear progression margins
it went from one to two to three
all was thus expanded free

the first primidorial things
earth, water, fire, and air were flinged
into a racing battle scene
disorder at such a high rate scene

as nature was the most common law
the elements and parctiles were godlike flawed
the myths and stories so such go
that to fasle idols you shall not flow

as particles evolved into many forms
the calm was created after the storm
and such a way let all this happen
for once th word could only mappen

so now we exist in short of fall
and all religion may persish stall
for how could the work of me relate
what God could give on this date