There are afflictions of the mind

Creating conflicts of the heart,

Souls which are too heavy

Found in every single person,

Faith in things above,

Gods who love and hate

Spawn such devotion

They leave you on your knees

To beg forgiveness for sin

You've yet to do

Acts never committed,

I have a crisis of faith,

For all reasons stated

I will not kneel

To a priestly ghost,

Nor pass confession

In musty gloom,

I believe in myself,

That at the end of life

My action will speak truth

To a spurned world

Lost in poverty

And hopeless inequality,

I hope not for spiritual gain

But peace when I look back

On how my life's been spent,

I hope to see something

Anything, that's changed

Because I lived and breathed,

If this is religion

Them I am a devout believer

But what I see shows differently,

I see a world caught in destruction

Lost from following a path,

People caught in an illusion

Of what life ought to be but isn't,

Wars fought for monetary gain,

Birthed though a people pain

Of tyranny or democracy

All screaming more, more, more