Take me there
I see a dark grave
On the horizon
A single moonbeam
Lights the way.
Through green rolling hills
I walk to the grave site.
An angel sits over it
Watching diligintly.
Her eyes weep tears
Of crimson ooze.
Tears for the betrayal
That killed the man below.
A few steps closer
My lantern light flickers
Off the slab of stone
That is the grave.
The epithaph reads
"No honour, no love, no family.
The Jackal is now dead."
He was killed for stealing
Coin and trinkets.
What fools they all are
The Jackal still lives
If not in my father's memory
Than in Me.
Paying my last respects
The lantern light fails
I turn and leave
The grave behind me
To be forgotten in time.

God good God
They say god protects
The weak, innocent and small.
God doesn't exist
No one is protected at all.
God is a myth
Created long long ago
To give us humans comfort
And save us from our ego.
"God's plan is a mystery", I'm told
No one is meant to understand.
This is our way of dealing with the chaos
That we cannot control with our hand.
"God is all forgiving"
Another idea they sell.
Commit a nasty little sin
This same god condems you to hell.
Really, truthfully, what is god
Other than a nice idea
People affect others is more ways
That god could affect you or I.
Believe in yourself
You're tangeble solid and true.
But people will put faith in god
Before you put faith in you.