(First Entry Ever Written In My Black Book)
Religion will no longer be what we confide in.
Instead, good and great and happiness.
Yesterday we based our actions on a list,
whether that be abiding or rebelling.
Today we base our actions on feeling,
propelling.
Why do you listen to dust?
It's been blown and scattered, making the world dusty.
A brown fog.
Clear the air,
Clear the smog.
Open your eyes and see.
Are they practicing what they preach?
Are they forgiving and accepting of all those that reach?
Their word is a rusty nail constantly being driven.
The rust is spreading, the mote.
It's when your mind is no longer fogged,
that you see.
Do what is best for you and others,
Instead of the Almighty "He."
I think He would want that.
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