Poetic-Verses
'' That Could Well Be Insanity ''
Is death the end,
Or a new beginning,
Does it depend on what you believe?
If our ways we mend,
And stop all our sinning,
Does that mean we won't ever grieve?
Is there a God?
Will we ever know,
If there is which one do we choose,
Could they be a fraud?
As none ever show,
The subject at times does bemuse.
In his Heaven above,
Is it all peace and light?
Is there anyone who can tell us the truth,
A paradise of love,
Where humans don't fight?
As a fantasy, it's very uncouth.
Is Satan real?
Does he live in a Hell?
Would Gods advocate eternal pain?
No right of appeal,
Leaves a terrible smell,
Merciful? I'd say think again.
Could Satan and Jesus,
Be one and the same,
Invented by some sick human mind,
If I wrote a thesis,
I'd say it's a game,
To make money is how they'd be defined.
We're a fragile race,
On the verge of extinction,
But still your Gods merit a mention,
Show me a face,
I'll make no distinction,
I'd ask why there's no intervention.
I believe I'm here,
But who's to say?
That's the problem with all of humanity,
When nothing is clear,
We're told to pray,
' That Could Well Be Insanity '
Or a new beginning,
Does it depend on what you believe?
If our ways we mend,
And stop all our sinning,
Does that mean we won't ever grieve?
Is there a God?
Will we ever know,
If there is which one do we choose,
Could they be a fraud?
As none ever show,
The subject at times does bemuse.
In his Heaven above,
Is it all peace and light?
Is there anyone who can tell us the truth,
A paradise of love,
Where humans don't fight?
As a fantasy, it's very uncouth.
Is Satan real?
Does he live in a Hell?
Would Gods advocate eternal pain?
No right of appeal,
Leaves a terrible smell,
Merciful? I'd say think again.
Could Satan and Jesus,
Be one and the same,
Invented by some sick human mind,
If I wrote a thesis,
I'd say it's a game,
To make money is how they'd be defined.
We're a fragile race,
On the verge of extinction,
But still your Gods merit a mention,
Show me a face,
I'll make no distinction,
I'd ask why there's no intervention.
I believe I'm here,
But who's to say?
That's the problem with all of humanity,
When nothing is clear,
We're told to pray,
' That Could Well Be Insanity '
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`` That Could Well Be Insanity ``
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