There was a poetry competition for oxfordshire county and the 1st place prize was £3000, I didn't unter my poem but I did write it, the title for the poetry competition was doubt....
The obstruction to the minds passages,
the way you are the same to no-one,
who is the person that knows it all?
Is it true he created this monstrous ball?
Did God create, exploit, then destroy?
Uncertainty is a nessecity; it makes the ball spin,
all you have to do is look at Christianity,
just another religion made to bring us together,
it's not a lie, God could be out there,
but the lies in his story are hardly fair.
Faith is a big one; some stories are fun,
other peoples takes - contain complete destruction,
wouldn't you like to meet those who wrote it down,
see through their eyes, know what is happening,
you could look back at their work with a frown.
Some of the history what wasn't written about,
that's the information I'd love to know,
the lies told about those who's histories glow,
nobody is perfect; everyone has a few flaws,
perfect is a word for those idealistic bores.
The question to think about is will it last?
Or will we carry on repeating the past,
is the earth on the brink of death,
if we carry on the same; but friends,
the world could start a-new all over again.
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