God loves you
Be Kind
Have Morales
Think of Others
Love God

From where did he come?
Was he birthed?
And what were his parents like?
Or did he burst forth from a strobe of light?
How many forms can he take?
How does his mind not break?
A flower chases daylight
Moss hides in the night
And what does a sentient being think
When stuck in such a plight?
Does time tic on, like a beating drum?
Every second like a taiko strum
He's not really a plant, for he knows he can't die, he's a sentient form of life and can't experience the true meaning of dying as a plant. What if he's now a rock? In a bed of sediment, does his conscience drift, and wonder where time went?
Does he interact with mankind?
He's more like a thing , that's alive, it doesn't breathe and has no heart beat, its nothing we can grasp, this immortal man, nothing as nothing can.

To think
There is nothing bigger
Nothing beyond
What we see.
To never experience the
Feeling of wonderment
or belief.
Those without faith,
have turned to the seven deadly sins,
for there is no love in someone ,
who fills themselves up physically
to strengthen
Disbelief.  
Those people may find others,
who encourage their lack of faith,
They embrace what feels good, and ignore the spiritual state.
Soulless, self-centered monsters that find pleasure in others pain. This is what happens , when
religion is tossed away.
No moral code, you've seen it,
No social skills, take what they want,
You've seen it on the news, no helping  others in need, nothing but ;me ,me, me.
The only moral thing they think they do ,is telling others how to behave and that religion is for fools.
It's not political,  although it sure seems we've chose our side,
It's really good against evil,
you saw it coming the whole time.
Your soul can be saved, yet.
time to decide which Diety
will you stand by.

When, we come of age
Is when, choices are made.
A fresh footprint
Is laid
It indicates no direction
Of travel
It generated from space;
Thin air.
It shows no relationship to anyone,
No memories
Ingrained
Nothing holding it
Here
Be encouraged to travel
Step that step proud
They're not to judge you
Since you
Stepped out
Of the others, they too are in movement,  and now you can see with
Unbiased eyes,  how thankful we can be. For by the grace of God, go I.

I've carried thatch for roofs
Over my head , bundle after bundle, up ladders,
Quick as a snake , balancing that bundle
in the air
Nearly a high wire act
Hope to shout,
Loud as an ape,
Hard days wage devided
Among many
Dumb as a stump
Hard as nails
Hero to the herds
And those that herd.
Heard me right?
Crystal clear
10-4 Rodger
Mirror mirror
Where's the big ball?
Cow town..yewhe ha!

In the dark
There are shadows
It is why our ancestors gathered
By a fire
Those dark shapes are created by ones mind
Unless they are of
The living kind
Just behind you
Moves a form
In the corner of your vision
Look..
and it moves no more
You and your imagination
And yet you can hear a slight
Breath,
a gentle breeze
It's why we should huddle
Together at night
For shapeless horrors
like these.

There are knights
Holding shields against dragons
There are soldiers
holding shields
Against space craft
and laser cannons
There are space Marines
In the heavens
In infinite wars
Across the multi-verse
Men fighting gods
Outnumbered and down and done
Slowly to ones feet
For this fight is;
Once and for all
Every bit in
do or die
By kingdom come
Ammo's ran out
Reinforcements are all wiped down the line
Heaven help us
With these fights of
mankind