Do Not Disturb

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False prophets never weary of their task, Their stern warnings shrouding us in gloom: "Implore God's mercy for your evil ways, They're the cause of misery and doom" But Life has always held suffering and pain, Long before the term "sin" was defined; Most of what we do is ingrained in us, Meaning this is how we were designed How could a creator not be aware Of each imperfection, each defect? Let us lay the blame right where it belongs: On the shoulders of the Architect! We steal, we hate, we kill for no reason, And so we must don the judge's robe, Enforcing our laws, rendering punishment..... We're the stewards of this hapless globe Fear's ponderous stone must be rolled away Before your thoughts can exit the door Of the prison that holds your mind hostage, Granting it swift wings to leap and soar! I've been in that tower, shackled to lies, Anointed with the oil of deceit; But Truth kept vigil with me all the while, Waiting, curled in a ball at my feet It cried "Unfold me, pick me up, hold me! I'm the key that can unlock your mind, " I heeded the voice, then ran from my cell, Leaving fear and deceit far behind Then I saw life for what it really is: Random happiness and random grief, We laugh, we cry, we suffer, then we die, Only in love do we find relief So don't preach to me of sin and God's wrath, Such idle threats trouble me no more; And to discourage future intruders, I've hung "Do Not Disturb" on my door!

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