An epiphany about an epitaph

To all the smart people of this world,
An epitaph is what I wish I could write for you,
Only If you wished so,
I respect feelings, I do.

Interested ones should know,
How to reach me,
Strangers need not take the pain,
And just let things, be.

You! Yes you, my friend,
Your wish I shall oblige,
Your epitaph I wish the world reads,
In a book that I someday might write.

At thirty, I move on afresh,
The baggages be yours,
I feel for you, bound by limits,
But I have charted a new course.

I wish you the luck,
Whether you accept it or not,
But if you are not a part of the plan,
Your "god" is all you've got.

Blasphemy- by the promised one

What they sell is fear,
What they preach are stories practiced well.
Those dressed in coloured robes are thugs,
And lies are all they tell.

Hopes they sell,
To sedate tumultuous minds,
Tamed, the followers follow,
Ignorant souls draped in opaque blinds.

My conscience,
Will never outshine their talent of deceit.
So, I won't tell you right from wrong,
In your denial, lies my defeat.

I wish you luck in life,
And in your misguided journey of bliss.
If at all I should,
I will tell you this-

No man ever met God,
No man was or will ever be his son.
Writes this disclaimer, ironically,
He who came closest to becoming the one.