Atheism
I used to believe in God, I did
As I was growing up
Being taught of heaven & love & peace
To respect the man above!!
But growing up I've realised, it's just a nasty scam
Believing in a world which takes the lives of innocent children, women & man!
They say if you look with your heart high above, you sense the ones you have lost
But surely if that God man had any morals, they would be here no matter the cost?
Lives being taken every day, some don't breathe or even get to grow up
Too many go young, too many go in pain & too many don't even know
It judges the fact if that God is so good, those innocents wouldn't even have to go!
Yet their are murderers, rapists & worse, that are allowed to live nice & free
Plotting who's next on deaths murder list, who has upset them this week!
But nothing is done they still live & breathe, whilst creating crimes all the time
Living like thugs & acting like them too, yet they're still breathing, living their life!
So why would you worship someone who takes all the bests & leave all the bad to survive?
While innocents strive to fight for their lives, just to apparently fill up his heaven, his home
This is why I cannot believe that this God even really exists, a fairytale, a nursery rhyme, maybe even a myth
Just Look into your own hearts people, would you take the good & leave the crime, would you prefer to live around Criminals & murderers? Than the good people that will cherish that time?
So for me he will hale from some mans fairy tale until he realises what he does is wrong! If a person kills innocents he sent to jail n put to death, but gods doing the same but he's hailed as a saint, that's how messed up this world really is!!!!!
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