With two extremes,
One mind to bind;
Option it seems
With dark maligned
Enlightened glimpse
Slowly turns blind -
Bewildered screams
Till death reclined...
Heaven, Abyss -
Which shall I see?
In Earthly mist
I'm lost with glee;
Which shall I hit?
Which shall I miss?
Infernal pits
Or Divine spree?
'I'm bad - You're good':
This statement made,
Perhaps I would
Please mortal heads...
Let’s change the mood -
Now, what you've read?
'I'm bad! You're good? '
I'll faint instead...
Much to debate
With countless priests
Few to relate
In lack of gist
Though none can wait
To draw their fists
But who's to state
Of who's a theist?
Religion begs
On hungry streets
With broken legs
Till stenches meat
When faithless vague
Politics greets
Religion plagues
With God's defeat...
Mine eyes were awed
Till closing sight
As demons trod
For mortal fright
With angel-frauds
In heaven's plight
And God by God
Fell from their height...
Though holy books
And those who're saints
Label me crooked
To such, I ain't;
From them I took
A righteous paint
To draw this look,
Which none can taint...
Forgive me Lord
Life I've enjoyed;
With sin adored,
Virtue colloids;
Both in accord,
I can't avoid;
Forgive me Lord -
I'm life-decoyed...
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