Dilemma Of Religious Philosophies Poem by Adams King

Fools die with plenty of wisdom
The wisdom they know
That which they never knew

Deeper than I can phantom
Before the sun birth a glow
Those day the wind first blew

There were secret deeply buried
Secret man's shallow knowledge
Cannotdig to discover

Sometimes I seem to be worried
When findings takes me to the edge
And brings me back to wander

I have delved into immortality
I found no light at the beginning
And at the end of its tunnel

Sometimes I ride in insanity
Couldn't find a meaning
Beneath the mysteries I unshell

Where is God the pagan says
When was he born
And who named him God

Why do men pray
Who said God has a son
That proclaimed to be the lord

The Jewish man mocks
the madness of the gentiles
Judging them to condemnation

The Islamicist carve me a sinner
An outcast, a disbeliever an infidel
In the knowledge of his religion

A man once told me with fervency
If I accept not the mysterious son
I will be casted to eternal flames

Drag my name in mud and filth
Sell me out as a sinner
Design me a doomful demon

Never drag me to your temple
Nor force me to bow down
To a god I do not embrace in heart

My forefathers carved my faith
And built a temple for
Which by inheritance is mine

If truly there is a brighter light
At the end of your tunnel
Profitable then is your faith

It all dwells on this pillar
Many are called but only few
Will benefit when the end comes

Save your persuasion and coercion
For what need will be of the last days
When men judge each others ways