There's that sceptic man
relying so much on his finite mind
To him there are no absolutes nor creations
But believes evolution brought all living kind
God he believes is human imagination
If not, why so much evil and fight
But he sure fails to know
that without religion there's no wrong or right
He baffles about dreams and ghosts
and can't explain why and how his conscience
It's illogical to accept what the preacher said
But believes all is rational that come from science
For him nothing is predestined
Everything happens by free will and by chance
But I've heard him said ''Good luck'' man!
and has wished for success in his plans
He's afraid of letting go
all the fun of life
The pain of clinching to the cross
too hard to bear alive
An after life for him is an illusion
Only God's grace can have him liberated
from this bondage and chain of lies
I'm sure that man is super deluded