A poem about doubt.
The hypocrisy of the “organized”
Preaching love and spreading war
Has left too many traumatized
Mixed messages of destiny and free will
Give us urges, tell us they are wrong
Make me infertile, tell me I shouldn’t be loved
But everyone is to be loved, tell me I’m wrong not to love
A book translated repeatedly
Authors unverified, narrators unreliable
Morals and tales deified misleadingly
Some sects stand like towers
Rules set in stone that should be altered
Some shift like the sand
Changing with each tide and fad to stay relevant
My unsteady faith fell through the cracks of reason
Heaven dissolved from my imagination into my tears
My doubts grew with each passing season
Hell loomed longer in my fears
Beauty beyond chance in the laughter of a child
Ugliness beyond forgiveness in the scars I’ve seen
Hope in the kindness of a stranger
Despair in the actions of the mean
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