Pondering God’s existence, I often wonder why
we imagine something magical away up in the sky.
I think if God existed his feet’d be upon the ground;
down here where the common folk – the gullible are found.
For us common folk love fairy tales to give ourselves some hope
and free ourselves from the truth of mortality’s tightening rope.
But today I think I’m happy to accept that I will die
without the need for a saviour to come down from the sky.
And that thought liberates from religion’s constant fear
that if I don’t do just what I’m told then Purgatory’s near.
Instead I have the freedom to choose the path I’ll take
not based on fear of sanctions some fairy god might make.
I’d rather choose the path I’ll take from what I think is right.
Then if I do it differently I don’t have to fight
against imagined Demons I’ve implanted in my brain;
I simply make my choices and learn from my own pain!