Keep Your Religion, I Need It Not. - Poem by Crimson Love
You take Pride in your logic,
When logically you know nothing,
Your worship is built upon fiction,
Do you know whom god to be?
Can you see as I see?
I think not, illogical, Quite humorous it may seem.
You bow at the feet,
Of something non-Existent,
Your imaginary friend,
Will not be one of mine.
Religion corrupts....Polluting your minds,
Open up to the differance,
Shake belief from your eyes,
You may believe what you will,
But I know who I am, I don't need that of a god to tell me.
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