In love deeply with their chains That their belief system ordains, Some people just refuse to agree To any offer of being set free, Claiming this is their god’s will Which they are bound to fulfill. In darkness their lives they spend, In misery seemingly with no end, Bearing a burden of fear and hate, That they’ve been told to cultivate, Believing this their god demands In obedience to his grim commands. Ah precious lives thus spent in vain, In spiritual slavery, self-cho

I can commune with God direct, So, your foolish demand I reject That I take you as a middleman, Who, you declare, alone can Connect us both, me and God, Be off with you, I say, you fraud! Your noxious claim I stoutly refuse, I can see through your cunning ruse That you deploy in the hope that I Will fall flat for your most foul lie, And so will consent to be your slave, Be off with you, I repeat, you knave!

We can craft for us our own personal ‘Scripture’ With our every thought, word, deed and gesture.