Thank God

I want to thank you for never being there. Your absence has

forced me to find my own way. While others are led through life with a

blindfold

I can see clearly

the rain will wash me away. I reject the thought

of a god when all we see is the work of an ill-fated world. I reject a liar's

cross. Who am I to say what I believe is right for the masses? I just know it's

right for me. For this I have secured my place in hell

but every day I face is

my own heaven in the making. What do you believe in? What do you think is

right? Centuries have passed

the voice of reason is still being suppressed.

Salvation dances in front of their faces

but they're too blind to see. I

reject the thought of a God

when all we see is the work of an ill-fated world.

I reject a liar's cross. Thank you for never being there. Thank God for never

being there.