To me now the more interesting thing

Is not where I first got my skill but where

I began to use them first in earnest

The Church of Jesus Christ of Latt’r Day Saints.

The Church was where I first had learned to loathe

Outward opinions and backward thinking

Where in earnest I lied solely to please

To please the captor and entice its love

But ire only comes from those without

Connection, without love of man

Woman or child, only love of “God”

So follow, follow, follow on and search

For love and guidance from imagin’ry worlds

And lovely falsehoods leading out and on

Make sure the child is not spared the whip

Neither the rod, nor fist. Nor hate nor lore.

But all things are in abundance given

Such generosity! And who am I

To scorn the gifts that had be freely giv’n?

And who am I to Hope for more to come?

And who are we to expect that our world

Owes something to us for having been born?

We are nothing so special to deserve

Any treatment but for what we demand

Any changes but for those we create

Religion gave these powers all away

To a God lying inert in his grave.

It teaches us to wait and hope and pray

For things to change on some ethereal plane

And thus affect our lives for better change

A change that would not come even if you

Were to wait out your life in penitence

You would do better steeped in petulance

At least discontent leads to changes made

Rather than changes asked for and ignored

Left to hands invisible, powerless

Left to a dream, a whimsy, yet unproved

When all who work for change can find it here

In this world and this life which we must live

If one would work for one’s own betterment

Then life could be as marv’lous as one wants

But, lo, they tell us “prayer and sacrifice

Makes up for lack of action, God so says.”

Believe! Believe! They scream and cry and laud.

Believe their brand of haughty ignorance

Think not and never question what is true

Just shut your senses off and follow on

Integrate with the herd and soldier on

Under false pretense and idolatry