I am not a Buddhist
I am not Muslim
Nor am I Catholic
Nor am I Jewish
I am without defined religion
Isnt it enough to be a good person?
Does strong moral fiber stand for nothing?
Do we strive to help our fellow man in vain?
Simply because we fail to utter a few words in a church?
In a synagogue, a temple, or a house of praise?
Can we not reach eternal salvation by following the commandments of humanity?
And leave behind the hypocrisy or all the bureaucracy?
I fail to believe that the road to destruction and decay is so broad that few can avoid it
It is my eternal tenet that we choose our path
I am hereby giving up formal religion
And I will follow only a code of moral and personal value
If I am forced to give praise to a definite higher being I am afraid I will burn
Because I cannot, and will not name something or someone whom I do not know
I will fill out my paperwork and enter heaven
If finances are a burden I will fill out the blue form
And take out a loan with no intention of paying it back
After all...bill collectors are hell bound for sure
Arent they?
If we simply say we love Him are we free?
To live a life like hell and still pass through the gates with no remorse?
I dont think so
I think God, or Allah, or Yahweh wouldnt mind the lack of praise
As long as we live in the good graces of the bank
And pay our taxes like good citizens should
Will God accept us then?
I doubt it













Comments
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"The arc of time, the stench of sex,
The innocence you can't protect.
Each quarter note, each marble step,
Walk up and down that lonely treble clef."
- Bright Eyes
I think it just took me realizing that I didn't have you to make this astounding breakthrough on life and maybe I am wrong but I was much happier when you were a part of that life. Religion is the tip of the iceberg and I am terribly sorry it took me so long to realize that I love you.
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Perspective betrays with its dichotomy- Sylvia Plath
I wish things weren't so complicated now and I wish that things were different. I desperately wish that I didn't love you...and I wish that this could be easy. We just say it, and everything is ok...we can make it better, fix it or something. I am really confused and I do not know what to do. We need to talk.
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"The arc of time, the stench of sex,
The innocence you can't protect.
Each quarter note, each marble step,
Walk up and down that lonely treble clef."
- Bright Eyes
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I don't think god put me on this planet to judge others, I think he put me here to gather specimens and take them back to my leader.
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Perspective betrays with its dichotomy- Sylvia Plath
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