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Dec 2016
I stand nearby at the Guardian's gate
And realize there's no escape
No choice left but to stand and wait
I look on…
I hear them whisper as they pass me by
Each one staring from the corner of their eye
"Yes I was wrong, it was no lie"
‘He' has won.

So much beauty, I see no flaws
A place of rest for those indoors
While I get punished for my disbelief,
I stare on…
I cling to the false comfort of emptiness
Knowing that anything could be better than this
Was I not created to be free?
‘He' has won.

If I was not supposed to question
Then why did you give me free will?
If I was to learn every lesson
Why is it so easy to sin?
If you wanted me to believe
Then why were you never there for me?
Why didn't you give me something in which I could confide
Instead of all these fairy tales which I just can't abide?

So there is a life after you die;
If they have one, then so do I
Determination comes from my desperation
I push on…
I turn around to begin my search
Feeling sorrow, feeling hurt
Consolation comes from my condemnation
I push on…
If this is ‘Heaven' and I was wrong,
Then I know where I belong

Copyright © 2008-2017 KF
Written from the viewpoint that maybe I'm wrong about the opinions of organised religion.
SabreLi
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SabreLi  F/Liverpool, UK
(F/Liverpool, UK)   
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