The Ancients

Demons rage 

In religion I don’t trust, In self I know I must.

Cascading my heart was and I gave a second to reflect on religion,  

Like a cancer it tired to deceive and melt me away like molten lava.

What a squaller to see the life that used to be, the only life I used to see. 

Yet what a beauty I’ve become, over myself ; to see the sights I now see

The cancer is real.

See them all in the classes, dunce hats on- confiding and confining in religions for the masses!

The people that wear them, are they rats that travel in classes? 

They bring it everywhere, it spreads to the cities.

Insecticides have in hand

Not in all travels, but just in simple deities.
Explore and redefine, not explore to confine!

Freedom of thought lives on.

Not yearning to be set in a cross of pain, nor in the constant shame shame of Buddha.

Respecting all who do, till they falter their shadow.

Let them unleash own pestilence into their own seas 

In religion I don’t trust   In myself I know I must.