ASSUMED TRUTH
I praise not God; for God I do not know,
I have not heard from him a single word,
Only words from man do seem to flow,
Like the constant chirping of a caged up bird.
I see but words written by the hands of men,
No words scribed by the Lord they quote,
They use biased ink in a prejudice pen,
And all their words to this Lord God devote.
Am I to trust the deceptive words of those,
Whose words promote events so lacking proof,
Indeed who would another book of prose,
Believe its contents absolute in truth…
Lest such a work was painted on the brain,
Before the subject could scribe his own name.