Basically a poem of thought, it requires no answers for me. At my age I have all my answers but maybe someone else doesn't, who knows? Some people don't even want to believe in a God, they'd rather believe in scientology, which is basically nothing. Nothing from nothing leaves nothing. No bunnies, no Santa Claus, no fantasy, no hope. I'd rather have the bunnies than nothing. Happy Easter everyone.

Don't try and pull my legs,
I know Easter's not about
bunnies and eggs.
Christmas isn't about old St Nick,
it too is a trick.
I'm a person modest,
but I've got to be honest.
Why does man always portray,
a front on his holiday?

Some say Jesus and God
are one in the same,
but we worship both in name.
Who picked the cross,
to symbolize our loss?
It's a symbol of pain,
with Jesus' blood stain.
Adam and Eve starting,
the devil appeared as a
serpent in the garden.
Why he couldn't show up
in the red suit,
to present the apple fruit?

By now I'm scratching my head,
wondering why blood is red,
Trying to figure why I'm brown,
sometimes act like a clown.
I'm trying to figure about sad,
as I put on a front glad.
Why am I laughing,
when I should be crying.
Why am I crying,
when I should be laughing.

I hate to be blunt,
but life seems to be
one great big front.
If Jesus is God,
why did he show up as Jesus
to try and please us?
Then allow himself to die,

why?

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