You tell me what this poems about - Give it a title.

Hypothetical speaking
Taken by an extraterestrial as factual meaning
Outside the box on this one really gets me thinking
Never once was I buying, nor was I beleiving
It makes less sense then anything, It's truely deceiving
And if you only knew the full history of human beings and all other living things there's no way you'd be believing
As well trust it's true
Religion of one god came from the same place, the Jews
With the first monotheism religion
- Je sus, Mohammed, Martin Luther - ALL mortal men
Someone please show me a difference?
Am I god, or can I speak to god just for my mortal existance?
Or should I just put my brain in a portal, follow, and listen?
Fuck that, I take pride in myself and all other REAL living organisms
Not stupid stories as told to you since children
It's truly deceiving
In the mind very miss-connecting
So let my poetic alphabetic configuration do some directing in a little something I see and truth injecting
Like a Herion fiend infecting to be relaxing
Heres how it is, but I'm just generalizing
Everyone, and everything all started because of one thing
Don't take the easy way out open your eyes to truely see
Look to the night sky, so many stars and Galexies
Listen they were stories written in past centuries
But It's all good because lifes a gift and all that shit is just history
Just the thought of life gets me excited
All the nature and events get me so inspired
Why give thanks to "God" when it was you who aceived your desires?
And why ask "God" for guidence when it's you who's the driver?
I geuss there's comfort in this long time lier
In these instigations that have all now conspired