They tell me I will go to hell.
Condemned for all eternity.
I don’t believe the tales they tell.
The being who created me
gave me a brain which I can use
to choose which pathway I should take
what I accept or I refuse.
The choice is mine alone to make
No man can tell me what to do
to save my soul: They do not know
what they believe may not be true.
They have no proof which they can show.
to convince me that they are correct...
They think I’m foolish I expect.
ivor or ivor.e hogg
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/not-proven/
