Taught to Believe

Taught to believe without a doubt
Often wondering what it is all about
Guilt from above stains the soul
Told that heaven is the ultimate goal
Conformity is a must
Please control your sinful lust
Pass the plate and pay the cost
Heaven needs your pennies to save the lost
Wearing a suit changes the vocal tone
Lectures from the pit take far too long
Hypocrisy lurks each time we meet
Be sure to be here each and every week
Oh to be free to live as we feel
To finally admit what is real
Maybe the future will yield some light
And generations to come will be alright
Until that time, sleep will delay
And try to keep the demons at bay.

A late night poem about Southern Religion.