Your, Religious, Thoughts Poem by ArmourQuill Hunter

Your view stem from a Hell-bent crooked tree of continuity.
Mine~ from form biblical pieces baked as bread for humanity.
Cemented thoughts, yours seems gale or lightning can shake.
My views~ as a leaf swaying in all direction, securely no-fake.

Yours are of past dogmas that cannot evolve or bring change.
My thoughts transforms, testing~, within Truth’s grand range.
You’re prone to believe bad comparisons, void of God's alone.
Mine refract His Rainbow, giving meaning, a revelation shown.

Yours, incite to marry popular views not of acceptability.
My counsel implores me to cast aside empty futile notoriety.
All negative-ones hinder better soil far from superiority.
God-planted ife in me is richly empowered for posterity.

Your thoughts aspires you to grand titles of rank offices.
Mine exhort me in a life of surrender and thoughtful services
What analytical and impractical view of pious formality, hey.
I'd rather picture views divinely inspired as a higher cliché.

You want popularity, no commitment to a lover or prostitute.
Lost of tru-values, not a faithful heart of a pied Piper flute.
Your thoughts write laws, courts, judges, and penalties blind.
Mine explain the basics of Loving-all, mankind, as God’s sign.

You value skill, the artist, the philosopher, but not the Priest.
I speaks forthrightly of sacrifice and the Holy Martyrs at least.
You sing the praises of your futile idols and national heroes~.
I sings praises of God, not the dictates of a controlling Pharaoh