'' We Humans Are So Easily Conned '' Poem by Bri Mar

Who do I exalt,
In the Heavenly vault,
The home of the ones we term Gods,
If wrong will I be classed as at fault,
For failing to see through the frauds.

There are literally millions,
No make that billions,
How do we know which one is real?
Religions aim is to make them trillions,
Not a fact Gods would say is ideal.

Obey their rules,
Just one of their tools,
To gain entry to paradise above,
Refuse to obey then Hell is for fools,
What happened to forgiveness and love?

The Gods you can't see,
So why pay a fee,
If you didn't would that make them fret,
Would he tell you nothing in this life is free?
Does he need it to clear off his debt?

Miracles to the fore,
When shares hit the floor,
Why on Earth did he not intervene,
No need said they we just ask you for more,
Come on now don't be so mean.

Life is a farce,
Free will my arse,
We're brainwashed from birth until death,
Hard evidence of Gods let's say is sparse,
To meet up you must take your last breath?

Everything man made,
On Earth it's displayed,
Apart from these Gods from beyond,
From these unearthly deities be very afraid,


‘' We Humans Are So Easily Conned ‘'