Round We Go

I reach out beyond the norm
Pose a thought in question form
I question why there's nothing more to say

"Hello there, fair friend
How is your soul today?"

Ask again, expect an answer back
"The only word is God's!"
So your answers lack

The way is mine, my path to find
Your kind do not control my mind

"God's not for prying eyes!
Do not question us!
Burn in hell, the masses cry, you will!
Heretical!
Don't question our Holy God
Lest your soul fall ill!"

It's just a question, nothing more
What's all the preach and persuasion for?
He may be great and yes he may be good

"He is our Holy Man!"

But I question why
I am not at his right hand
The way is mine
My path not yours to find

"Look, all around you see is
God and God's great kind"

Despite your faith
You can't control my mind

"DEMON SPAWN!" the preacher presses on
"We damn your soul to hell!"

And you might as well
I do not believe the place exists
The way I think
My path, your miss

The congregation cries to stone me dead
The preacher justifies they break my head
I sought beyond the norm
A thought in question form