Everyone started good;
Demons fell from the sky,
snow white angels,
robes drenched in God's tears.
Everyone gets a fair trial,
Everyone is judged,
You are not perfect.
You do not have a reserved seat,
next to his so righteousness.
Who is to say the outcome of our afterlife,
is depended on how much we read from a book,
written long ago before us;
or praise someone we cannot see.
I am not atheist,
such a terrible word,
like acid in your mouth.
No matter how you perceive this,
I am simply lost,
and looking for answers,
from a faceless man
in a world above.