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Jacey Scheffel Mar 2015
Why say Greek Gods are fake
and Buddha artificial.
The only thing that is synthetic
is the church on its own.
Using money to help the snobs
than the mother's all alone.
Everybody has different,
interpretations about how this god should be worshipped.
It's still a god, with different names, with different ways of life.
Why hate?
What if one creator is the answer,
but different forms he made.
To reach out to the diversity of the humans that remain, but what if it's not one place after death, or a harsh judgement day.
Just all the afterlives living in harmony,
like the we try to live today.
But instead like Sunis and Shiites same beliefs, but different views,
we argue till the death of thousands,
till the deaths of me and you.
Everyone is looking for one thing: happiness after death.
Much like the perfection you search for before you take your last breath.
The body you always wanted, the grades you try to reach, the soul mate you would **** for just to finally meet.
One goal for all, but many different ways to reach.
So if true in life, like the religions that are taught, might you just take a moment and give a second thought.
Nothing may exist, or something might be true, but in the end it just depends on you.
Stick within the boundaries of your mind, or go ahead and charge through.
It's better to be open in thought of all of this, instead of dying and not getting your last wish.
Vic Kenney Feb 2015
Heaven or Hell?
It's an obvious answer.
Nobody wants to go to hell.
Even the worst of people don't want to spend a whole other life of pure pain.
Everybody wants to go to Heaven.
Even though nobody even knows what it is up there.
Or if it even
**exists
Bailey Lewis Feb 2015
The only sins
I’ve committed
Were stealing your heart
And lying to myself
That love exists
Summer Lee Dec 2014
If god was a real person ,
I'd sue .
For floppy ***** ,
And gaping eye sockets .
Misplaced fat pockets
Stretch marks and paranoid doobs.
For photoshopped pictures
And singles mixers
And never being able to properly chew
My words Before I spit them out
For men that don't ask before they mount
And for all the doubt .
For protesters in front of abortion
Clinics and mimics .
And being more creative without your adoration .
For false salvation .
Randi G Dec 2014
today i ate way too much
and kissed a boy i loved
and chased some boys i don’t.
isn’t that just me?
you are the proton and
i am the neutron
i am swirling down quickly
to a new and unknown place
but i’ve been here before
somehow in another time
or space.
i know i’ll just convince myself
i’ve been lying this whole time
i pick petals off a daisy
“do i love him?”
“do i not?”
it feels like i’m lying
but i’m compelled to say these things
i’m not sure what i want
or how this will end
either way you were a
god send
says the atheist in bed
i’m terrified
i’m petrified
i’m laying on my back
writing a poem that makes no sense
i think we’re all just
going mad
SL Nov 2014
Ever since I heard of you
You slowly started to fade
But I was tortured by you
You made me feel evil

Bad thought- bad person
That's what you taught me
Question existence
Straight to Hell
That’s what you taught me

My mind exploded
And you were removed
Nothing to fear
Externally, at least

No more mind control
Free as I will be
Trapped in the walls of
My own mind

At least you kept me grounded
Compromise and decay are difficult things to digest. Striking like gravity on the spine, slow and sure. They are as inevitable as my need to avoid them. All the lust, passion, and greed I wish to swim in for an eternity dies with the same cancer that eats my body away. The maggots, flies, desperation, and despair, all attack me simultaneously and with an unstoppable desire to thrive on my remains.

They are relentless and I am not.

Make like a good boy and lie down, ready to decompose with acceptance and grace. I'll place a bag on my head for decency and my wallet on my chest for convenient identification. Perhaps some intelligent future civilization of the cockroach's descendants would like to know about my sad demise. I know the humans won't.

"Misguided", they will say. "Not enough Jesus in his soul to beat back the demons", will say the child ******* priests. Spit on by a hundred million naysayers, in between their ******* and repenting. Given billions of one star reviews because zero stars isn't an option. Oh , I miss the the maggots, the flies, the devastation, and the despair. They were my enemies, and now my only friends.
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