What do you see here?
Some lines, squiggles... dots?
If the unknown is what you fear,
Then what you see here is God.
These letters are just tools
For use in excavating minds
Which, when employed by fools
Allow the Devil to roam free!
For where does the soul reside
If not within the mind?
And where does evil hide
From the light of self-examination?
The soul does not exist
'Til we become self-aware.
Myself and I weren't missed by me
Until I knew I had a Name.
Imagine the fight 'tween evil and good...
What visages appear?
An innocent man nailed to some wood?
A fiery beast licking its lips?
Lines and squiggles and dots
Scratched out ages ago
Still define how we see God
Our vision of eternity
Self-awareness couldn't exist
Without the words to define it.
These images could not persist
If they weren't described in verse.
So, I'll hold onto my letters
Though, I'm told I'll go to Hell
By those who think their god is better
Than the stories I can tell,
Because, despite what they believe
Or what they might have heard,
Our futures are created
By today's written word!