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Almighty Hypocrites

We are born unto a crown of thorns.

Our tender skin rendered vulnerable

to self-made deities, rambling idols.

Our minds are roped and tied, binding

our thoughts with punishments.

Punishments disguised as pathways of love.

 

What love is brought into this world, when love is

taught by the bloodshed of others. What people

are created with love made from threats

of searing flesh? When did love become less

about acceptance and more about separating

those deemed worth and unworthy?

 

Gods of fear curse our world with tainted

versions of love. We are forced to our knees

before the power of an almighty being unknown

to mankind. In searching for purpose, we have forsaken

our freedom. We fall victim to the fears that numb our

brains liked "Grade A"  pharmaceuticals.

 

If your god is almighty, all loving, and all seeing,

why does he rule without mercy? Why does he

require full and complete submission as the only

pathway to him?

 

We go to war under the guise of bringing freedom.

Our politicians preach out from mountains our right

to freedom and free will. But when the votes are cast,

and the campaigns are run, we scuttle home to spread the

single most imprisoning ideological mindset to others.

 

Why fight for freedom,

when we give it away so willing

to a man behind smoke and mirrors?

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Written by
lauren-christina-pearson
American
Published
Jul 30, 2012
Lines·Words
30·224
Notes

The thoughts of a girl raised in a Catholic household, sent to Catholic school her whole life, with nothing but hypocritical beliefs forced down her throat by con artists in robes.

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