If I ever fully got religion

If I ever fully got religion

I would find a place

Within my mind

A self-made barricade

To hide behind

A safe haven from the arrogance

Of omnipotence

That would surely tear at the walls

Of my helpless psyche

It would be my only deterrent

To lock it up tight

Build erstwhile defences

A hold-safe for the crucible

Of my own true self

When faced with an existential threat

Too powerful

Bony fingers in every pie

Eking out the marrow

Pounding my senses into dust

Punishing the rebel

Before its cause was ever known

Even to me

Self-awareness is not a given

It needs to be earned

And the psyche is a fragile bird

So easily grounded

With the snip of a tail feather

Why do the all powerful

Need to be belligerent

When the truth of intent

Should most assuredly be known

As plain as could be

Good men and women

Are all heroes

For tearing themselves apart

To remain true

To the belief, we are all born

Children

In need of a family who care.

Regardless of the commonality

In religion, colour or creed

A true god would plant a seed

Of affection for all

Without the expectation

Of supplication

Which is too much like

A human trait

To be honest to godly.

Questioning a questionable belief

Is not the devil’s handiwork

But a solution

To pious persecution

In the holy name of religion

So help me god.