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Rowing Fundamentalists Over Baptism
Fundamentalist Christians row over piecemeal things, Over whether baptism is required for heavenly sings, Over whether baptism is needed for heaven’s welcome, Over whether baptism is demanded by god to overcome. I don’t know how many times I was asked about baptism, Whether I wanted baptised, they didn’t accept my atheism, I’d stated it to my parents but had a question in my mind, About whether they’d told my so called friends who’d mind. But I said no, and explained Christian atheism fair, square, Didn’t mix my words nor hesitate to extrapolate with air, But each one said to me I didn’t know my own mind simply, Which left me very distressed, very much in a quandary. They were playing the mentally ill card, when I was not, They wanted to patronise me to chide and see what I’d got, But I didn’t like it so withdrew from their sphere, company, Which made me feel better, gave me dignity and harmony. A stillness with life and a peace about my so uncertain future, A habit of reading, even if I’d already read them in conjecture, Since my parents restricted me to only five philosophy books, In case for researchers and academics, thinkers, I had looks. A fundamentalist household is not a peaceful one, stable, But is distressed, fragmented and broken, that’s irrefutable, You suffer displacement because your atheist leaves you, To ruminate upon his interjection which is to see you through. I think it’s better today, atheists in god families have voice, They can be respected for devious acts of normality, choice, They can refer to teachers for love, for secularist edification, And have access to the medical profession for an adulation.
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