8 Ways of Looking at Religion

He will look upon me,
And judge me,
Fire and brimstone,
But He loves me.

The only way to be saved,
Is to give up my faith.
I will turn my back,
As my heart will turn pure,
And my soul will turn black.

The only way that is fair,
Is to blow away the town square,
With children there.
Virgins await,
As my soul will enter the gate.

Hocus pocus,
From over a millennia.
A sad reality,
No one gives into rationality.
The answers are clear,
But they turn a blind eye.

Heaven is coming,
I’ve said my Hail Marys, St. Josephs, and Jesuses.
As I grab my crucifix,
The afterlife,
Is it just another quick fix?

Transform into something new,
The gods will renew,
For all the pain I suffered,
Please, Lord, give me another.

Even though I have killed,
His Holiness will bathe me,
For He died for my sins,
And the life he gave me,
So I must eat his body.

Maybe the answers are not clear,
Maybe we are prisoners of fear.
Maybe the worlds just collide,
Maybe we are along for the ride.
Maybe there is a purpose,
or does Heaven only exists on the surface?
A more intangible idea,
in the minds of the people.
Whatever you believe,
it is all for the world to see.

5 Ways of Looking at a Styrofoam Cup

Speaking into it,
Hearing the garbled message,
Clear for a second,
But only in silence.

Elixer of the gods,
The purest wine flows.
To taste the lips,
No one knows.

Falling infinitely,
My cup runeth over,
Burning citrus covers the floor,
Like the Great Flood,
In time before.

Change will find its way.
Into the cup so deep,
There’s no where to go tonight,
The price of freedom is steep.

Crushed on the pavement,
It once had a great run,
It will someday serve its purpose,
Again, in the great cycle.