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May 2014
I don't believe in your god.
I know, you think I'll burn in hell.
I believe in my gods though.
That has to count for something

I follow the old traditions.
Many gods, they personify
The natural occurrences
the ancients couldn't explain.

I know you think I'll burn in hell
And I know you think I should be scared.
And I know you want to "save me"
By converting me to your god.

But my ancestors roll in their grave
At the thoughts of me abandoning
The traditions I've learnt from my family
They're your family too, don't you remember?

It's your sister that taught me,
About the myths of our people
About the time when we thrived
And celebrated our life

Instead of constricting it,
to the words of a book.
Instead of giving it so many rules
Instead of having threats and promises of a hell or heaven

But to each their own.
You live how you want
Just let me live,
how i want, too.
I wrote this last weekend, at my grandmothers house. She's strictly Christian, and is always trying to convert me. I'm Wiccan, pagan, whichever you wish to call it. I don't strictly follow any religion. I incorporate many myths, along with science, to form my opinion of the world. I live by the motto "and ye harm none, do what ye will" so I harm none. I don't eat meat. I try to keep my anger in check, I don't fight back. I'm still human, I slip up, no ones perfect. And I can't help but get angry when people try to shove their religion down my throat.
Lone Wolf
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Lone Wolf
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