Thiest By Birth

To be truthful in tone...

I'm a theist by design

An atheist by practice 

Flying in an out time 

Winding and rewinding .

The hands of time

As I set the alarms

To cause mental explosions

Of cerebral proportions

That manipulate fractions 

Through counter actions

That leave the defunction 

Disturbed and discombobulated 

The Roaring of satisfaction 

Caused the soil to vomit 

As the ancestors applaud 

Leeching upon my feet

Vines of truth from yester years

Ravaged my mind

Delivered my soul 

Exposed the world

Gave my spirit it's wings

So now this caged bird is free

Through the land hearts rejoice

By the labors of blessed hands

Never will I kneel 

I was created to touch the cloud 

So every day I'm reach for the sky

Not bent low to understand the depths of hell

Theist by birth...

Atheist by the rules of man