God

This is about disbelief

GOD

By Shawn P Cassidy

God, the great I am,

the architect of dust and man,

the Alpha born from cosmic flame,

the shadow crowned with endless name.

Creator, breaker, breath and bone,

the king who sits on every throne.

Forgiver of sins, redeemer of pain,

the hand that writes in sun and rain.

They preach his mercy, speak his grace,

yet leave the world a broken place.

They build his temples, forge his lore,

and wage their wars forevermore.

But faith became a gilded chain,

a lullaby for fear and pain.

A myth that teaches, binds, and bends,

a story shaped by human hands.

I see the god behind the veil,

a symbol carved from mortal frail.

Not light, not dark, not throne, not pit,

just meaning made from fragments split.

So, I won’t kneel, nor curse, nor pray,

I’ll walk my truth another way.

I don’t believe, but I don’t serve hate;

I simply choose my own damn fate.

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