Fire licks
the gates of hell
I proceed,
turn and walk away.
No such thing in my book
There is no hell
I say.
Contrary
to the men
pacing the vestibules
of the sacred churches
Flinging
Holy water
At the feet
of the parishioners
that kneel
attempting to blot
the precious fluid.
Begging to be saved
from their sins.
No such thing in my book
There is no sin
I say.
Original Sin
But a joke.
A crime to bestow
that weight
on the infant.
Just because
of the journey
through the birth canal.
No such thing in my book
No original sin
I say.
Faith controls
the masses
Blindly
Attending mass.
Dutifully receiving the host.
Keep them in line
They try.
No such thing in my book
Control me not
I say.
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