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The Empty Chair, There’s No-one There
Mullet Creek ,Kanahooka. © R.Powell, 2017
The Phantom of the Universe
They say there’s a god but how can that be
There’s no-one to hear and no-one to see
When told that he loves us, it’s hard to perceive
When threatened with fire if we cannot believe.
He’s up in the sky where no-one can see
He’s everywhere too, he’s one but he’s three
He’s father and son, he’s also a ghost
Who sends us to hell and says we will roast.
A million churches all praising their lord
The problem is they’re not on the same chord
Each one will save you if join them you will
What do they think, I’m some kind of dill?
Religion is poison which becomes an addiction
A pretence of knowledge which is made up of fiction
Where love is proclaimed but it’s only an act
They just want your money and that is the fact.
I’d rather believe in things that I see
And words that corroborate with history
Cant’ see him, can’t hear him, so now I would swear
It’s almost as if there is nobody there.
Roger Powell (2022)