A Prayer (Pt.6) For The Religiously Confused Poem by Phatier Green

Dear Spiritual Father
Im beyond the point of confusion
Its like no matter what decision I make
I'm the one losin'.
Each step closer to religion
is a closer step to insanity.
Friends and family,
they pick Christianity.
Family and friends,
the pick the side of the Musilum.
Both wants me to be the same,
so what's the point in choosin' any of them?
Some call you Jesus.
Some call you Allah.
Being as pure as you are
the only title you should have
is father.
That is if you were to have
an Earthly name.
I myself don't want anything
to do with religion.
As long as I believe in what's pure
what will be the point in changin'?
In this I pray,
that insanity won't have my heart to claim;
I am but A-man