Religion preaches grace, but another thing they practice, Tend to ridicule Gods people, they did it to John the Baptist,
Can’t fix their problems, so they try to mask it, Not realizing that’s just like spraying perfume on a casket
The problem with religion is that it never gets to the core, It’s just behavior modification, like a long list of chores.
Let’s dress up the outside, make things look nice and neat, Its funny that’s what they do to mummies, while the corpse rots underneath.
I was born Catholic, but I stopped using that label more than a decade ago. The story is so long to tell why I did, but it all boiled down to confusion. I was never a religious person neither an atheist. Confused, still. I stopped going to church, but there is still one thing I know, I still believe in one Supreme Being. It’s funny that I even started addressing Him the Universe. You see, I rarely pray but I’m happier that I live this way. Like what he said, this is so much better than just following some rules *mumbles*
As much as I want to talk about my belief, I’d rather not because for sure, our beliefs will clash. But I like this poem, I don’t know why. Probably because that’s my truth. That is what I believe in. Though, I want this to happen to me:
When I was Gods enemy and certainly not a fan, God looked down on me and said, “I want that man!”
Again, this is me. To each his own.