Literature Of Lies

I care not to claim, by act or by tone
Or lack of thought, what thinks man for my own
Or live the way man thinks for the major part
When thinking ends, but a thought from the start
For most of all mankind will live and die
And reason well, the wherefore and the why
How some God decreed the virtue of his birth
And gave him right divine, like God to rule the Earth
For him the prize is Heaven, by this his soul enticed
And loss of reason, the epoch’s greatest heist
Hopes of life eternal, embrace and abide
What leadeth the intellect, away from deicide
Great greeds diffuse, and course through core and kernel
But greatest in man, is greed for life eternal
Such strange reward, makes stranger compromise
When words of God belie,the evidence of the eye
For sayeth the Book, of God, and of his mind
His compassion and love is of the kindest kind
He made in nature, what beauty we measure by
In awe indeed is man, of all beneath his sky
But see a lion devour a helpless deer
How kind an act, to visit such hurt and fear
How terrible the blood and gore, and bleat of pain
After this of God did streak for life in vain
How able his place this kingly spawn, this lion
Of pain and terror for all, a noble scion
But blame not this beast for mercy denied
Nor pity his prey for lack a longer stride
They, like man, are naught but pawns within a place
Where all must kill or die for life, the kinder chased
And all that lives and wants to live some more
Some other life, like wine, must spill and pour
Say! How cruel is the one who has the pow’r
To stop each beating heart, and appoint it’s hour
Who could have made the call so differently
And spared us all this kindly killing spree
From whose being does loving compassion spew
If not from He who would use, what know we now He knew
If this God indeed, did give himself a choice
To cruel make our world, or kinder wield his voice
But chose the brutal way I before me see
Where weaker life increases, by equal weak degree
The strong whose luck it was, to come to godly hand
When God in heaven, set pecking orders for the land
Then such a God is not the one described
And maketh the word, a literature of lies
And further on I read, how pleasant life should be
Of love for everyone, as love I have for me
All hate remove from all that man would speak
Pray a kiss may come, when turn I another cheek
Of older ways God set, for man his needs to meet
Savage exchange of eye for eye, and teeth for teeth
Myriad years this message his prophets brought
Pure faith in godly love, they wise and sagely taught
And all the while on every page I’m told
How knoweth God our past, and future old
For thirty years was my brain assaulted thus
Though wit and reason did shake their head and fuss
And, dimly viewing this not so subtle siege
With rude contempt refuse this god his liege
Until with logic his minions clarify
Why later love, by Son installed, of value high
God hid away to peddle a lesser line
Before he woke the Earth, or water turned wine
Why needed God a son, a message to relate
What from the start, a God himself should state
If not it was to watch and judge the earthly sport
Where men with blood could stain the Heavenly court
If not there was some primal urge perverse
When God inspired man, to pen that sanguine verse
This book has failed, in all it’s wisdom, to explain
To thinking minds which from fantasy refrain
How such a love so sweet, so lately construed
Of perfect form and shape, and fervent wooed
Which, ruling all and sundry, become creation’s find
Should not have been, the founding rock of all mankind
Consider thus a premise we may agree upon
A God should know all, how rise and dies my son
But in his word to mind I have found
Such lack of knowledge does in fact abound
And since the Word of God must needs all lies resist
I conclude an ignorant God cannot exist

Is it a glow of love I see from Heaven’s holy crew
Or light of daggers drawn from pulpit and from pew
Perhaps to carve from deep within my soul
The mighty grip in which, the devil of me has hold
I firm maintain no man may ever choose
Which words of God believe, or scoffing lose
He taketh all in one great wholesome bite
The Word of God can never, only in part be right
So when the good book says the chosen must not eat
A beast in natural death, beware it’s tainted meat
But then instructs, they offer such as fare
To weary strangers, who may luckless wander there
It stands to reason, this god who made us all
Should equal love, not you more me, nor mighty small
Here is testament to God’s unbalanced love
Opposite to written claim of deity above
And when to Heaven you repair, and save your soul
Remember a devil once sat, where you would hope to stroll
This heaven I understand to be a perfect place
Improve you not the home, where God showeth his face
Here should all souls reside, eternally in bliss
No furrowed brows abide, nor ever is any amiss
Yet there was a time, in creation’s distant past
While in Heaven’s glow, and in peace all basked
One angel with envy filled, though how I cannot see
How ever in heaven, can greed and envy be
Or jealous, or sad, or hate, or fallen pride
Can ever any of these in Heaven bide?
Would that happened, then I must suppose
When Heaven’s gates, well oiled behind you close
Know even then you still to choose are free
To sign as sighing Host, or green with envy be
And if to hell you later frolic and skip
Remember angels too, once jumped this ship
So do not too sure your place in Heaven be
Nor count the days, near God you will see
For if events there offend your taste
Or slow occur at odds your haste
Or if the management of the place
Provoke in you a shame and disgrace
And complaints fall, deafened by the din
As angels rejoice, all absence of sin
Why, you too may righteous swell and take up arms
Conscript some souls from Heaven’s other charms
And lay to waste the way your God decreed
And jealous claim sole right to fill your need
While Satan before you tried and failed
Perhaps the better god in you will be hailed
And if this is not how you think you’ll ever feel
Just look in Hell to see the rebels real
Perhaps some fault they spied, by God designed
Or thought they their perfect souls by God maligned
Or in the manner of yet created future man
Like sheep to slaughter were easy lead by hand
Millions who live on Earth spare not a thought
What an angel wants from battles in heaven fought
When Gabriel drove his sword in down deep
For what lost dream did the dying weep
What lust for betterment made angels blind
Which in God’s Heaven they could not find
What did God omit when he in loving construct
Fashioned a house where war did ruthless eruct
A terrible time when happy angels foment
And give God pause, a pyre of pain to invent
What you and I are now promised too
If give we not his earthly homage due
I could easier swallow whole, a whale
Than see the sense of this fantastic tale
I cannot accept a cruel god who knowing all
Would make an angel, and know her coming fall
Then make my soul with further cruel intent
Though know he well I will in hell torment
Is it an act of love to require I choose
‘Tween Heaven and Hell, or win or lose
Never would I ask my child, a choice to make
Where pain eternal would consequence mistake
For truly I love him and cannot risk
He wrongly choose and joy eternal miss
A God who asks of me this path is absent love
To risk he lose my soul beside him above
Say you the words I read within this book
Come from God and warrant a closer look
So I read them close, and of them had my fill
And read and read, and read again but still
I see not the love therein the faithful insist
Such a loveless god does not for me exist

I find it easier to suggest and believe
The mind of man which canst of itself conceive
Of moon rockets, fax and flying machines
Of laying bare the sequence of our genes
Of rainbows drawn by rain-dropped prism
And churches born of opiniated schism
Of images formed like ghosts from air
Or yearning hope within a lover’s stare
Minds which, with atom split did heaven rent
No lesser could, to serve his needs, a God invent