Contradictory motions at their best,
why has religion survived times test?
Weakness in a species that finds their less.
I can only guess.
Interpreted notions of being blessed,
how many sins have been confessed?
Count the millions sinners have had to pay.
That many I would say.
I am sinical to a degree of a side,
won't put my belief in a man that died.
The rest left and will never return,
and yet the sun spins and still it burns.
Why believe?
Why make myself less then what I am,
be told that I am of a lesser man,
believe and be below another's ideal,
and live giving myself to something unreal.
Why believe?
I can't do it.
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Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
A poem of disbelief well written. This poem is well organized and constructed lays out its logic. Loved it
Excellent write
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