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The Invisible Man
I wish god could help me get out of this,
It's too bad he doesn't really exist.
He is a nice thought, this god of yours
To help you through trouble and open the doors.
"God's love is unconditional" is what they say.
Then why is there so much suffering in the world today?

How can you love someone you've never met?
I guess it doesn't matter, your ways are set.
How does it feel to have all this joy
For a being who spawned a little boy?
Maybe I could write a story that people will follow
I will lead them and tell them where to go.

What if I said I was the chosen one?
I'd be locked away, with no where to run.
In the age of science it makes no sense
It defies all the logic of intelligence,
But you can believe what ever you want
And you can continue on your little witch hunt.

Don't hunt me cause I won't follow
And don't tell me where my faith should go.
If I have offended you, just know this:
There are millions of others who don't believe in eternal bliss.
We deserve a voice just as much as you do.
Too bad we're put down and degraded for what we do.

You have fun in your little conquest
And belief that life is just a test
A rehersal for where you go when you die.
When you go to heaven, tell god I said hi.
Cause I will be dead in the dirt
Death is a place where there is no hurt.

Please don't try to press your opinions on me
It's already been tried millions of times before
I just have an odd sense of logic, you see?
Call me what you want, a logical whore
I am not trying to discredit your beliefs
It's not my business who you bow down to
Ask someone else to turn over their leaf
I praise myself if you're wondering who.

Ah well, enjoy your afterlife fling
You won't miss me when you're with "your king."
I won't miss you either, in nothingness.
Perhaps sometime a thousand years from now,
A little girl will be born in my likeness.
Then, maybe, to your god she will bow.
But for now, in this life right here,
I control my own life and my own life I will steer.

© by Nicole Piazza


Sorry, I had to throw the picture in. It is not serious like the poem, but you still get the joke, right?