You want your Bible,
I want my sanity.
God is your pill,
your drug
to make the sky blue
and the heavens bright,
at the cost of
your clarity,
your peace of mind,
my piece of mind
sees the smoke
and the mirrors.
Logic fails God,
reason fails religion
and those failures
are your convictions,
the dogma you
wrap tight around
your body,
your soul,
to save you from
all of this.
Smoke and mirrors
