I First Believed

About my process of beliefs.

I first believed I was not alone,
absorbed into the fantasy they made seem true.
I first believed in miracles,
a false reason to pray.
I first believed He knew my actions,
something to control me.
I first believed He knew my name,
made me think he knew Me.

I second believed I was alone,
left to dwell on lost dreams.
I second believed in hate and darkness,
a reason to look for light.
I second believed He was existing,
but, that he did not care.
I second believed He created me,
and everyone else, to live in Hell.

Now I believe that I am alone,
to grasp my own thoughts.
Now I believe in devils within ourselves,
to beat the obstacles of our minds.
Now I believe He is existing,
only in some minds.
Now I believed He is fake,
gives us false hope for our lives.