Out From the Closet of Belief: Part I
the once-believer in “god”
had been wallowing in the feeling of being all alone
in a world in which every contact that they had
was based on a work of fiction full of characters
on the basis of whom
millions throughout history
have sacrificed their lives
in order to get a reward
be it the myth of “heaven”
or 72 virgins---
this once-believer dragged along these dogmas
that had been beat into their head since birth
through their early adolescence &
over time, as they became educated, finding a wonderful interest in the
world, questioning all things,
they started to see all the hogwash
for what it really is &
the freeing loss of faith
liberated another.
but for some reason,
this latent nonbeliever has been wearing the mask of jesusfreak, mosespunk
or muhammadchump for some time now,
allowing all their family members & their friends to find comfort
in the complacence of no change whatsoever
to be found in the way they had been raised
to be found in the town in which they grew up
or to be found in the mantras by which they supposedly lived their lives---
and all had been tranquil
neath’ the tower of lies by which
said nonbeliever in disguise
lived out their days.
Copyright © Andrew Delapruch | Year Posted 2012
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