Through centuries, its words endure,
Yet truth within remains unsure.
A man who lived inside a whale,
Three nights within its mighty jail.
Or rains that rose to mountain peaks,
A flood so vast, the logic leaks.
A hero parted seas with a wave,
And fire fell from heaven to enslave.
Was this real? The records blur,
A tale wrapped in myths that stir.
To teach as fact what can’t be proved,
Leaves minds confused and hearts unmoved.
For science speaks with clearer voice,
Of atoms’ dance and planets’ choice.
The stars above, the earth below,
Through evidence, their truths we know.
But faith demands a leap unseen,
A trust in what has never been.
To tell a child these tales as real,
May twist the way they think and feel.
For questions rise within their mind:
"Why teach me truths so undefined?
If mountains drowned and whales could speak,
Why can’t such wonders now repeat?"
Instead, let stories find their place,
As lessons wrapped in time and space.
Teach art through nature's vibrant hue,
And science through the universe's view.
Let children learn to seek and find,
With open hearts and questioning minds.
For truth is not in tales alone—
It’s found where reason builds its throne.
Yet words can bind and twist the soul,
When wielded by those who seek control.
With guilt and fear, they seize the heart;
A fractured mind is torn apart.
"Believe or burn," the leaders say,
And doubt is cast as a devil’s play.
Interpretations twist and turn,
The truth obscured at every churn.
Repetition dulls the rebel’s spark;
Chants and sermons keep minds in the dark.
Words redefined, the group takes hold—
A flock controlled, obedient and cold.
The book bends to suit their aim,
Each verse a weapon in their game.
For when one book holds all the keys,
It’s easy to command on bended knees.
So tread with care when faith is taught;
Let freedom’s flame not rot or blot.
Teach wonder first—teach how to ask—
And free young minds from fear’s cruel mask.
For in the end, it’s not the tale,
But truth and reason that set us sail.
Your story's never add up
Why drink blood from your cup
If truth is claimed, then proof must stand,
On evidence, not sleight of hand.
For courts demand what’s real and clear,
Not faith or tales that disappear.
No witness stands, no voice to call,
No proof to bring before us all
If gods can’t speak or show their face,
Why teach their will to every place?
A claim without the weight of fact,
Is like a bridge with beams that crack.
Would justice rule on what’s unseen?
Or trust in myths where doubt convenes?
Faith washing works like brainwashing’s creed,
“All you need is faith to believe.”
No proof to question, no facts to trust,
Just blind devotion—believe you must.
Kill the child's questions, let doubt be crushed,
With faith washing whispers, he'll learn to trust.
Simply faith wash the questions away
Have faith is all you say , as you push the child's questions away
DrummerDave26
