I don’t believe in your God and won’t hear of that
again.
After all there’s Mohammed and Buddha, even Karma.
Why is your Jesus the Way? I won’t get left behind
I simply choose to stay.
Does God truly exist?
How about me, myself and I; that trinity
(That hell bound tryst)?
Go away with your Christianity.
It sounds to me like insanity.
What kind of God lets good people go to hell
And whoremongers live to tell?
I have my own rational, logical mind.
I do as I please.
I hold my head up high.
I refuse to get on my knees and beg for mercy
You Christians are just thirsty (and judgmental).
What darkness?
I can’t perceive it.
The world is the same yesterday, today, and tomorrow;
Nothing but sin and sorrow.
It is what it is and it is and I is… me.
You speak of resurrection but not of insurrection.
People today are being martyred for the very God you
proclaim.
Why should I not, for myself, make my own name?
This God you believe and the way, the truth, and the
life I cannot perceive.
I refuse to get on my knees or beg for mercy or be
forced to choose
Your God for a life I might lose to die by the sword.
No, way! I refuse to climb on board Noah’s ark,
The Ark of the Covenant or your Kingdom of God
government.
You say that Jesus is coming back my question to you
is when?
Say what again? The oceans that once overflowed the
land
Are now held back by His hand. I’ve gone to the beach for years
To lay on the sand and watch ships sail on leftover
judgment
And people swim in and surf on God’s own tears?
The waters still recede and soon there’ll be none
left.
There’ll be nothing left to drink but drought,
destruction, and death?
I can no longer hold my head up high and await the
thief in the night!
Hell awaits my arrival but then again heaven does too. You say He went
Away to the Father to prepare a place for you? While
there is still yet time
I can get on my knees repent and beg for mercy? In my soul there’s been
A hunger for the Lord and for His Holy Spirit I’ve
been thirsty. It is what it is
And it is and I is… thirsty.
The world is the same yesterday, today and tomorrow
But so is God and soon there will be no more time left
to borrow,
no more left over judgment but present day wrath. No more oceans
to hold back only hell’s fiery bath. He
comes not to bring peace but a sword
Like a thief in the night. And God said let there be Light.
