The first ray of the day

The first ray of the day
Doesn’t let you go astray
It holds your spir­it to the deep
And guides you away from the priests
The ones who resides every­where
Either in west or in east
The one who (nowa­days) dress like king and prince
The one who tell you what is not a heist
As it looks like they tell you the best
But they are no dif­fer­ent from the thieves
Apart from their loots like the beasts
They’ve been rob­bing everyone’s dreams
And as they say, god needs it to be done
Doesn’t they speak it from their own tongues?
The dreams they’ve pro­vid­ed, the scenes they’ve described
I want to tell you so tru­ly
Nei­ther in the gar­den of heav­en nor in the fire of the hell
Will we reside
Cause as that author says in the begin­ning of her book
‘In the begin­ning they cre­at­ed their own god’
And if I explain the line above
They designed the god like they did it with the carts and bows
They made reli­gion their explic­it shield
Which no one could break or tear
And as the time passed
The man became known, from the facts
That they’ve stored,
To not tell any man, that he isn’t above the woman
And to not to tell the world that there is noth­ing
That the god has told for you, to do ‘not’
That their isn’t bound­ary in which god keeps
His chil­dren far from the seas
The seas of dreams, in which they dive
With free­dom
No fear over­takes them
No harm kills them,
So to all the human­i­ty
I must con­fess
That the god they cre­at­ed
That the reli­gion they feed their selves upon
We should keep our­selves far
To not make a per­fect world afar
Rather to make a hap­py world here, where we are.