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.