A poem on my views of Belief.
I feel that belief can potentially make you weak,
but I’m not laying that down in a concrete,
first of all I have nothing to disprove the answers that many of you seek,
but think how would it be to eat beef for a week and enjoy the taste you can’t as a Sikh ?
I know that the non-consumption of beef in Sikhism is not belief but tradition,
but the general point I’m pointing across is of my perception,
i personally believe that nothing has a meaning,
but then again there needs to be a creator so who am I deceiving ?
In my eye’s nothing is perfect apart from nothing,
but nothing can’t be nothing for nothing is something,
I’m not trying to twist up head,
Repeat lines 11 and 12 and think about what I’ve said.
For a divine creator to be,
there must have been something before it, he or she
but it’s wrong to think things through logically,
for we defined the system of logic and we can’t possibly think out side of the box can we ?
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