In my younger years I followed the word of God,
Blindly, because my mother said he was truth. The only truth.
I knew the non-believers go to hell,
and the good church goers to Heaven.
Obviously, I wanted to go to heaven,
hell sounded rather unpleasant.
But as I grew older I started to question the existence of God, Hell, and Heaven.
I'm now at a crossroads, where I simply don't know.
And when I question the reality of a God in our midst my gut starts to churn and my brains in a twist,
how could logic and Heaven co-exist?