fear mounts, I see the crucified
one before me, he beckons & calls,
yet he offers me empty promises,
nothing to back them up, no proof
is offered just asking for blind
following, & that is something I could
never do, I could never do what someone
asks if they don't show me a sign
that what they speak of is the
truth, so many promises, so little
proof, how can I live up to what
you ask, it goes against everything
that I believe, if you showed me
heaven or hell, I would change my
ways, what you say is proof, is just
ancient words printed on newer paper.
I see no reason to follow, so I'll just
continue with the path I tread, with no
fear of what'll happen when I'm dead.
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