have grave doubts.

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I have grave doubts.

 

Long ago when the world was new

It was a perfect paradise

Which every living creature knew

And none of them thought otherwise.

 

But then the Lord created man.

Equipped him with a brain to use

That’s when the troubles all began

Man decided to refuse

 

To do as he was bidden to

Defied the lords authority

He thought he was entitled to.

As it turned out mistakenly.

 

Man was cast forth from paradise.

Or so the bible stories say.

A mixture of half truths and lies.

The church is teaching still today.

 

We have free will so we choose

What to accept or to reject

Amongst the many varied views

Promoted by each different sect.

 

I choose to disregard them all.

Despite their claims to know the truth.

The tale they tell of Adams fall

I can’t believe without more proof.

 

 

 

I think religions are designed

to exercise social control.

 A fact I do not really mind.

Which seems effective on the whole.

 

But when the founding figure dies

His followers will fight to take his place.

His spoken word no longer applies.

He is impossible to replace.

 

That’s why we have so many sects

Which all attempt to dominate.

and show each other small respect.

With no attempt to integrate.

 

The separate wisdom which they teach.

Although they are quite similar.

Nor do they practice what they preach.

My words may sound familiar.

 

Because they have been said before.

By men much wiser far than me.

 I am no fiery orator.

Nor do I think I’d like to be.

 

I see no point in taking part

In  debates or arguments.

Which have no base from which to start.

Reviving ancient discontents.

 

 

 

What I believe is up to me.

Though I admit I might be wrong

It’s my responsibility.

I merely try to get along.

 

Saturday, 23 June 2012