Whatever Happens

It all started with a few simple questions:
Where did we come from?
Why are we here?
Who sent us?
And endless answers form from different opinions.
Priests, and Popes, and Fathers by the billions.
Jesus preached love,
But people are so intense,
Starting wars over beliefs,
It just doesn't make sense.
And when the faith that you're fighting for,
Taught you how to love, and be good,
You know that something was misunderstood.
Believe what you want,
Just don't try to convince me.
By saying it's a dream come true,
Like, somebody pinch me.
Why does it teach us to love, but not to tolerate,
Gays, even though some of our pedo-perv priests aren't straight?
It should be about right now,
Setting your own goals.
Doing all that you can before leaving this world.
And people hope and pray,
To get into heaven.
Worryin and wondering if God'll even let em.
So that's why I say that I'll just be me.
Nobody has the right to tell me what to believe.
I don't know a single religion that could fill the gap in.
So when I die, whatever happens, happens.

Copyright-K.O.I.