A Poem By Karma

I have never believed in God
And I don't think I ever will
No angels, no heaven
And no where to go when you die

Nowhere to go but down
Into a box
Without windows or cracks
Without sunlight or love
Without rainstorms or snow
A place without the sound of trumpets and great processions in the clouds
There were never any angels for me

But I realize now that I would not want things any other way
God was never there because I never believed
Heaven does not exist because I made it that way
No one decided for me
And no one can change my mind

And if I tried to to believe I'd only be pretending
Plaguing God with my half-hearted prayers as I beg on bended knee for
forgiveness

If there is a God then I think he'd understand why I believe what I do
I think he understands that I would rather not hide behind the mask
of purity and prayer
I would rather not embark on an endless quest to become holier than thou
That I would rather not let a priest or church define my morals
I would like to keep my name

My time here is all I have
But maybe it is all I need
 
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