Last Words of his Atheist Father

Despite how the ones marked on their throat had told you of the stories,
You should not lay your trust in those who forgive the greatest sins by lay of simple word.
Nor the Sisters, who travel in pairs to tell the child,
'We are all pencils in the hand of God'.
I'll say the boy doesn't understand this at the age of five,
So upon his naive face she'll only look down.

Churches and settlements of Holy prowess built by the materials of men.
Ironwork molded, bent and fractured to support the structures of His word.
Bricks and stone placed down to be chiseled and carved by the tools of men,
To paint word and shape of the Saints and Beasts feared by that same boy.
He is but too young for this tradition so he runs scared of all the tales.

The men's pockets were tipped with coin of an imaginary kind,
One that only substitutes for the real kind,
When men are faced with question from their hungry wife and child.

In return to their craftsmanship now governed by prayer and the white-throated man,
Their purses only but a chamber turned into a cavity of pitiful faith from the man.
He is thankful for their act of devotion towards God,
And would like to invite them inside on the fine Sunday.
Know that these men have nothing to return but forced appreciation to keep their family safe.
This is but ok as the white-throated man has water of a Holy dosage to offer.
The town has been run dry of fresh liquid from the rivers to drink,
But the men are told of the acceptance into a Holier and clean body if they comply.
Forget about the health and needs their wife and child need,
A Higher Power will renew them.
He will keep watch of him and his family.

They will start to not require their freshwater, smoked meat and coin,
As the men's faith in God shall provide them.
In this building they shall be shown to a path of cleansing and peace,
Where all will be fine with Him because,
In the beginning God created the Heaven and the earth,
So why would these men devote their lives to anybody else.

Run to the woods and set up shelter by the gloomy oak tree before nightfall,
And I will find you there.
I had told you not to trust them my son so flee before similar fate falls.

13/01/14