'' A Man Made Illusion '' Poem by Bri Mar

To dictate he's the will,
You must not kill,
But to him this doesn't apply,
That to me is a bitter pill,
I'm going to ask the lord why.

Where's the location,
Of his heavenly nation,
My sat nav says it doesn't exist,
For someone who demands such adoration,
Surely his domains on a list.

I asked his rep,
To help me prep,
A meeting with your god's all I ask,
He said this really is a dangerous step,
It's truly an impossible task.

I asked have you met,
He went into a sweat,
It was then he took a deep breath,
You're very existence is now under threat,
To meet god you have to face death.

How convenient I said,
What I have read,
Is he's always available to talk,
It doesn't say I have to be dead,
He claims to love all of his flock.

He's got us to thank,
For filling his bank,
So, I take it you give him the cash,
His reply to me was less than frank,
He said sorry, but I've got to dash.

Throughout my mission,
I've been accused of sedition,
A devil worshipper through and through,
But I honestly feel no need for contrition,
As I don't believe either are true.



After searching for years,
Through blood, sweat and tears,
I've finally reached my conclusion,
All it does is confirm my worst fears,
Gods are but,

‘' A Man-Made Illusion ‘'