This strange world that You’ve designed, The logic behind it I can’t seem to find, The reason for which You’ve put us here, Do please tell me, yes, please do so Dear.   A short stay, then death must arrive, Putting an end to our here being alive, And in between oh what we undergo! The purpose of it all I’d like to know.   Won’t You explain, to me this reveal, The reason we must endure this ordeal?

Be Your own lamp, so the wise have said, Don’t by others consent to be misled, By folks who claim to be sent by God, Know each of them to be just a fraud.   God’s spokesmen these pretend to be, His emissary or His chosen appointee, But not one of them, as far as I know, Who make this claim is really, truly so.   Men who as God’s chosen ones pose, Crooks are they, every one of those. To these charlatans pay just no heed, Don’t ever follow their beguiling lead.   Don’t fall pre

Their tomes were penned by human hands: This fact please make them to understand, To know these aren’t Your literal speech, Unlike what they declare and preach.   On the basis of this one gross lie, Many falsities they seek to justify Which their several tomes contain, Claiming these it’s You who ordain.   One could draw up a lengthy list Of the lies on which they insist, Based on false claims they uphold About these tomes they’ve long retold, Declaring them Your very own wor