'' Insanity '' Poem by Bri Mar

Is death the end,
Or a new beginning,
Does it depend on what you believe?
If our ways we mend,
And stop all our sinning,
Does that mean we won't ever grieve?

Is there a God?
Will we ever know,
If there is which one do we choose,
Could they be a fraud?
As none ever show,
The subject at times does bemuse.

In his Heaven above,
Is it all peace and light?
Is there anyone who can tell us the truth,
A paradise of love,
Where humans don't fight?
As a fantasy, it's very uncouth.

Is Satan real?
Does he live in a Hell?
Would Gods create eternal pain?
No right of appeal,
Leaves a terrible smell,
Merciful? I'd say think again.

Could Satan and Jesus,
Be one and the same,
Invented by some sick human mind,
If I wrote a thesis,
I'd say it's a game,
To make money is how they'd be defined.

We're a fragile race,
On the verge of extinction,
But still your Gods merit a mention,
Show me a face,
I'll make no distinction,
I'd ask why there's no intervention.

I believe I'm here,
But who's to say?
That's the problem with all of humanity,
When nothing is clear,
We tend to pray,
That could well be,

‘' Insanity ‘'