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Youâd think by now Iâd know the path to choose.
Still Iâm confounded and confused.
Youâd think by now that I would see the way.
Through the vale of tears to Judgement day.
Some may say that I am in denial.
A blind leap of faith canât reconcile.
Some would send me to the flames.
Doubting Thomas is my middle name.
I donât believe in miracles or fate.
I canât get my head round heavenâs gate,
False -faced prophets pedal paradise.
Blind obedience is the going price.
Rich man thinks there has to be a way to buy.
To pass the camel through a needleâs eye.
The poor pass through this world in chains
Doubting Thomas etc.
Will I still be searching when this candle it burns out.
I didnât choose to be confused or choose to doubt.
I canât help the workings of my mind.
Sometimes it runs smooth and sometimes grinds.
One day my cupâs dry then overspills.
Sometimes Iâm a slave to my own free will.
Who knows where this confused story ends?
Iâd like to call the carpenter my friend.
Twisted words have warped the frame.
Doubting Thomas etc
Just say science is to blame.