When I was a child
Before I knew
I'd always imagined
god to be blue.
He was only a head
Enormous in the sky
A mystery to earthlings
You'd only see him if you died.
Yet the older you got
The more stories you'd hear
All the news you'd see
Used to instill fear.
People said he was divine
People said he was perfected
but it didn't add up to what I saw
And it seemed that the world was quite infected
It appeared there was no man in the sky
It appeared there was no demon underground
But still I believed in the spirits on earth
Even if they were shy and didn't make a sound
If he loved you and he cared
If he said you wouldn't be betrayed
Why would he send you to burn in anguish
If his commandments were disobeyed.
When things don't have proof
They're called out as mythology
But when religion makes no sense
It's seen faithfully and logically
How can one believe in god
But not in magic or ghosts
Both unseen and misunderstood
Yet one's a religion and the others a joke
I'll believe in the unseen
And in two worlds that collide
But not in a man who tends to allow
War, rape, hunger and genocide.
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