If I were to believe in God
I know who I’d become
A servant and a slave
Equivalent to God’s son

Obeying all commandments
Fearing eternal fire
Never giving in
To forbidden desires

They say they believe
But what prof do they have
Living their lives
Like mice in a lab

The mazes we weave
Of our own beliefs
Eternal prostration
For the sleepwalking elite

If we were all-things and nothing less
There would be no reason to fear our deaths
What faith, what hope, what reasoning
Would we have left?

But yes
I do believe
We’ll be here tomorrow
To dream of happy or simple sorrow
To appreciate all We can
Living, loving
And being
Human!
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