A QUESTION OF REALITY....

Is it merely a perception, locked within your mind,

Perhaps you may be leaving reality behind,

An imaginary friend, one cannot see or feel,

Still you insist this nonsense is for real.

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Seven day sinners, gathered in a church,

Reciting from a bible, where all untruths lurch,

Stories so incredible, choir boys abused,

Contradictions which are timeless, leaving one confused.

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Some believe in Heaven, high above the cloud,

Dead sea scrolls of history, plus the Turin Shroud,

An ark with every species, safely housed onboard,

Religions ten a penny, to suit ones own accord.

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Today there is a saying, believe not what you hear,

Only trust your vision, when the road ahead is clear,

Never be a follower, of something one can't see,

Religions are conspiracies, which shall not capture me...

(c) Rob Bristol Poetry 2020