'' The Truth This Smothers '' Poem by Bri Mar

I find it odd,
The one called God,
Comes in all shapes and sizes,
I truly find the concept flawed,
The truth, this creation disguises.

We have our own voice,
We have freedom of choice,
Which absolves him of any blame,
Yet his demand is, we must rejoice,
His character we must not defame.

Obey or be hurt,
Is really quite curt,
For one who preaches compassion,
If his name in vain, you happen to blurt,
His mercy then goes out of fashion.

What kind of being,
Who is all seeing,
Would need to be worshipped and adored,
If with his words you're not agreeing,
You will be thrown overboard.

Take Heaven and Hell,
They're his hard sell,
Obey or be cast to the beast,
Do either exist, there's no one can tell,
To meet either you must be deceased.

To believe or not,
Some ask, in what?
In deities that cannot be seen?
I personally don't mind going somewhere hot,
My intelligence, they will not demean.

The human mind,
Can be so unrefined,
Religious threats can carry such weight,
Yet to billionaire religions, they are totally blind,
Their greed they refuse to berate.

I will not grieve,
Over your wish to believe,
But don't dare force your views on others,
In the name of your gods, who exist to deceive,
Fact is,

‘' The Truth This Smothers ‘'