Don'T Tell Me

Don't tell me how I ought to live since one day I must die When you say that all God fearing kind are good such talk based on a lie That all God fearing kind are good to all does not apply The few Atheists that I do know they would not harm a fly. Don't tell me how I ought to live since my life it is my own You are of the controlling type and your kind to me known I never harm anyone and man's laws I obey Don't tell me how I ought to live and to what God I should pray. When you try to make me feel bad about myself I do not wish to hear I may fear the very thought of dying but God I do not fear To your beliefs and to your God you will not convert me I believe in the great Goddess of Mother Earth there is none as great as she. Since I never give you advice leave me to my own way My God is an immortal she but to her I never pray The lives of other people your type like to control But 'tis up to every individual to nourish his or her own soul.