A piece about my religious views when I was going through a difficult time
There is a deep, cold whole within me that begs the questions. But it yearns for answers not excuses. There is a whole within whatever makes me who I am. I know not how nor can improve that we are without magical paternal divinity though somehow I can feel false and imagined scrutiny. I act as the aim of my lessons not as the child of Yahweh, Odin or Jupiter. How dare your creation and your excuse for what you are too lazy to understand condemn me for not offering thanks to it though it was ME that braved the cold, the hunger and the misery! I have a lions heart and it is of my own making. Your god has no bearing on me, my will or strength. Your god is buried in vague scripture that purposefully, successfully and vehemently defends a lie. A powerful lie difficult to dispute, for a lie hidden in dirt can be buried deep indeed and there is only a finite truth with which to dig. Your magnificently layered fiction now, as always bullies those that can be controlled, I may concede peace can be found upon the empty voice of a false prophet but it can only be temporary. I did not see god aid the man who lost himself inside a needle or at the bottom of a bottle, twas his strength that pulled him through, it was not god that helped a single mother raise a nerve full of children but her own strength and she deserves full credit, don’t you dare take that from her. So thrive and live good lives, but live them with fear of living without love, not in fear of living with the love of god.
These were dark times! But I remain an atheist, and I survive using my own talents and will
Religion, god, Yahweh, Jupiter, love, mother,