Godís words that snare and bind the minds of men,
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Tight woven all from lies and fear and myth,
Deflect the light of reason from their eyes
And turn aside the sharpest barbs of truth;
To leave a tortured peace within the soul
The mind of God that thinks at manís command
Constructs the ways that lead to life and death;
Painting the halls and corridors of heaven
With promises, and gifts, beyond compare
And burning hell with torment, toil and pain.
The hand of God that moves at manís command
Holds fast the prize of immortality
Announcing through the chosen mouths of god
That all who win the race are dead, but live,
And wait to greet us all, beyond the grave.
The living must obey and keep their place
And do as man has told them God has said:
Else heaven dims and all that golden light,
Fades to the deep red yawning maw of hell
Where broken rules demand eternal pain.
If man from thinking can create a god
And in ten thousand years can make it hide
The darkness and the fears, beyond the light
Cast by the fire of knowledge in his mind,
Then man has made a prison for his soul.
The place of immortality lies not
In Heavenís house, or in the pit of Hell,
But in the truth that burns within the mind
That seeks to know whatís hidden in the dark:
And shines the light of reason on its fears.