Indecisive Mysteries of Religion

It’s too simplistic
Too primitive
So naïveté in more ways than one
Believe it or not
Oh bless me for my murders
For now I will go to heaven
And drift away from the sins of hell
You deceiver
You cheat
You take the opportunities of mans unknown
To smother your dirty performances
Who is to say there is evil?
Who is to say there is good?
It is all just the outcomes of our actions
Believe it or not
Let’s all name an unseen event to God
You say, if God wanted me to do it, I will.
I say, Fate is what we make of it.
Believe it or not