Queries And Vents Of A Poet

The Great Straw Man

Question:
Are you good, if your good is instilled by the fear of damnation? If you are good, Just for heaven? If you do, just as told, no questions?
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Mr. straw.
Mr. staw
Oh, what a great man you are,
Mr. straw.
To those who create arguments.
In your given name and image.
A story, given life.
The great sky Father,
I call unto thee,
Mr. straw
Mr. straw.
I stand before,
A Door,
A light
A strange chill comes and my body cold.
I meet you, Lord straw man.
I had no proof of you,
I see you.
Unfair.
Your trails of your children,
Man who dare not pay child support.
Unfair.
How many twist your words,
To cover for their misdeeds.
And yours,
Your neglect of us.
Sky Daddy.
To be my own,
All I can be.
All I will ever be.
Allow a tree of knowledge,
To sprout within myself,
And grow.
As people decorate its branches, with their own thoughts.
I give its fruit to those who ask,
For an apple,
I shall not butter up,
This is my truest soul,
My intention clear.
Judge my soul, Mr. straw ma-
How could I be so rude?
Im sorry,
Mr. lord strawman.
For, I do not need,
To be told.
Let me LOOK
For YOU, Strawm-
I CANNOT believe in religion.
God.
Lord.
I cannot believe in you.
I can just be,
Hope that is enough.
If I find myself at your gate,
Your door,
Or otherwise,
No demon to blame.
For the temptation to listen to the mother of all people,
To be as nature said,
A creature of thought.
What will be, will be..
Without apology I stand,
Before you.
Straw man,
I meet the dirt.
Life has met its peace,
Life has met its true match,
Only in death.
Here in,
I put my worries of you,
And value them as if they were my corpse,
Meant to die,
Later to burn.
Whether that be Just in a Crematory,
remains to be seen.