A man named god

by "Maria"


I remember the first time I was in a church, it was such a beautiful place with gold domes and white robes and beautiful men.

I wanted to get closer so I moved from my pew up to the altar so I could meet this man named god, he'd punish me, it's not a place where I should be, so I secretly hated this man named god.

I don't believe what you told me
I don't believe what you said
I've yet to meet your house of God.
I've only seen a house of men.
What would God want to hold me down for?
What would God give me this mind for?

Sometimes people think I'm crazy, that I think too much, won't let things just be, how could they accept it? tradition traps the mind, but that's fine, just keep it away from my God, keep it away from me. . .


Hide behind the icons, money and elections, powerful misguidance holding down the minions, rules written blindly, man's interpretation, man's molestation of God's intention, completely disregarding lives are ever changing, locking all the doors to rooms that should be open.

Innocent intentions?
Who do you think you are?

I don't believe what you told me
I don't believe what you said
What do you think you are telling me?
Who do you think you are?
god?