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He is held captive you needn’t farther search In temple’s precincts within the walls of church God is a prisoner in religion’s domain They flock there to worship him men and women. As I see them I get this impression They’ve struck a deal forged a relation One that is need based apparently mutual God provides care in exchange of ritual. At the cost of sounding atheist I must say I notice Churches and temples are organized like office Hierarchies are set in these god’s abodes Complete with rules regulations and codes. In each of these god-houses is a god’s messenger He is the supreme priest faith’s treasurer He leads your prayer cleanses your soul Becomes god’s face assumes the divine’s role. The followers don’t question their faith inhibited Asking and probing questions are strictly prohibited I feel places of worship are too stern and rigid Where in the hands of his caretakers god goes frigid!
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Aug 20, 2013
Aug 20, 2013 at 10:55 AM UTC
Faith's Prisoner
He is held captive you needn’t farther search In temple’s precincts within the walls of church God is a prisoner in religion’s domain They flock there to worship him men and women. As I see them I get this impression They’ve struck a deal forged a relation One that is need based apparently mutual God provides care in exchange of ritual. At the cost of sounding atheist I must say I notice Churches and temples are organized like office Hierarchies are set in these god’s abodes Complete with rules regulations and codes. In each of these god-houses is a god’s messenger He is the supreme priest faith’s treasurer He leads your prayer cleanses your soul Becomes god’s face assumes the divine’s role. The followers don’t question their faith inhibited Asking and probing questions are strictly prohibited I feel places of worship are too stern and rigid Where in the hands of his caretakers god goes frigid!
pradip-chattopadhyay
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Aug 20, 2013
Aug 20, 2013 at 10:55 AM UTC
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