Still At This Time

Still at This Time The way that you go about Trying to know about Things that effect your life Are they based upon memes Because to me it seems That way of thinking is rife Believe the first thing you read "It's a hoax", all you need To risk being next to die A book written years ago Evil, but even though Still guides decisionsbut why When you were two years old You were taught, not just told Hell was your fate if you 'sinned' Despite your lying eyes Somehow just edgewise You cannot seem to rescind So you blindly elect And I truly suspect Lead your life blinded by faith Born into circumstance Under a kind of trance Seduced into trust of some wraith Twenty-first century Not A.D but C.E. Science and sense should prevail It's too late once you die As it stands even I Wasted so many good years From birth it's deep rooted A two year old recruited Inductees not volunteers At sixty-two years old Illusion's long lost its hold An open mind is all it took We have been to the moon But still aren't immune To a damn Bronze-age book