It was the middle of the day
A stranger looked my way
A look I'll never forget
Blinding me with a threat
Something that couldn't be undone
Declaring my disbelief of the One
So many faithful followers rely
on something that I called a lie
A useful deception, necessary, but still
a presence that only exists based on will
Traditions passed down, from long ago
Robbing inheritors of the right to truly know
I said it aloud in my manner, my walk
Never really intending to talk
But it all stems back to that one glance
More of a glare, for my taking a stance
Either way, there's no proof
Just steadfast belief in one truth
I rejected their advice for how to live my life
and now they warn of the unfortunate price
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