Devout

Those who think of religion as a means to fulfill their own wishes, do not understand what religion actually is.

A blind man bent down to pray,

his every word filled with belief,

that maybe this loss is just brief,

have the heavens for a truly needing man,

split open to grant him sight,

he thanks a god named as such,

and then rests, for tomorrow he will pray again.

"Thou shall give to the poor," the blind man was told,

so he dumps his money,

to save himself, not the poor.

Again he begs for mercy.

to the old and powerful,

for such forgiveness of his greatest sins. 

The blind man in his old age,

has all but become a sage,

a devout till the day he dies,

waiting the day,

he's sent away, to live his true life.

Time is up; it's called at three minutes past four,

he did not get the sight,

that he wanted most,

a good man indeed,

for he did not care at all,

but when he starts to float away,

a bright light called to him,

As he sunk into the darkness,

he realized that he's damned to hell,

soon after, all fades away,

leaving nothing, but an empty shell.