With Even One, There's a Price To Pay
A church is beckoning to come within
There's going to be a service to expiate sin
The invisible guest who's to do this task
Is one never seen so by what means you ask
Well it goes like this -- it's called faith, it's said
But whatever it is, it's all in their head
Hands are folded, they beseech and implore
Give us our bread and just a couple things more
But what draws them together isn't a prayerful hand
It's the invisible being called God, an invention of Man
WELL………
Why would someone say God is one of Man's inventions?
Well if God were real he'd sabotage man's bad intentions
Humans eternally kill each other in things like war
They murder God's animals, there aren't many left
any more
The earth is robbed of all its valuables and jewels
By the greed of humans who are a pack of fools
They fight each other over their God's name
As if the correct one would bring them fame
So just how many gods are there anyway?
With even just one, there would be hell to pay
Copyright © Elizabeth Smith | Year Posted 2017
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