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A questionable faith

Author: Amanda Lynn
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I am borderline athiest living in a family of southern baptists...this isnt really a poem more of a rant with a few choice words written among if i affend anyone i am sorry just my anger getting the best of me...

A questionable faith

How do I salvage this sin?
How do I start over?
Where do I begin to understand?
How to to be, me.
How do I find color through all this gray?
How do I find sunshine
when all I feel is rain,
and who the hell needs sunshine anyway?
Who needs to know what salvation is?
Who needs to pray,
to be shown the way,
to understand the beginning…
to know the worth,
I hate it.
I hate longing for heaven
while living this hell on earth.
I hate the thought of a greater plan.
That means there is a reason for all this pain.
There is an end to this game,
a prize so few will attain.
Salvation isn’t meant for me,
I know this…
I see my life and know if there is a god
then he gave up on me..
All hope has left for a better man…
a better plan.
Is this what was meant for me?
Is this what I was meant to be…
to become.
Was this my destiny
written in some book of knowledge?
Written in the stars,
by design,
a fate like yours,
a fate like mine.
I refuse to believe that there is meaning
behind all this bull shit…
all this pain,
all this war.
Tears that stain the face of time
and rain down on us,
burning us with its salty wetness.
This cant be it,
unconditionally and irrevocably it.
Well fuck you and your condescending glare.
Fuck you and your ever present stare,
that refuses to see me and what I was meant to be.
Who refuses to believe in a person,
preferring pages over a parsons worth.
Fuck you I see tears and I want to wipe them away.
I see pain I want to say it will be okay,
but you refuse to believe in me
because I refuse to pray.
Who am I praying to anyway?
Which god to you prefer today?
Which road points me the right way?
Well fuck you, who are you to tell me anyway?

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  how are u? long time no "see". i kinda agree. i don't think i'm nearly as angry or confrontational as u in my religious views but i have pretty much given up on Catholocism (which i was born into)

I hate longing for heaven
while living this hell on earth.

those lines are real. enough said
| Posted on 2006-11-02 00:00:00 | by unknown soldier | [ Reply to This ]
  I fIng love the last line Just one little line basically explains how me you and many other ppl are i didnt read the whole poem because i dont have much time this comp. apps class is like a hour left and i have a [censored] load of stuff to do
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| Posted on 2006-10-04 00:00:00 | by Spazxx | [ Reply to This ]
  OMG!!! I [censored] love this poem!! I will tell you why...
My parents have always been christians, since I was born anyway. My dad especially, with him always telling me that I need to except jesus as my lord and savior. Savior from will? Having to follow rules that are ancient and don't even agree with our time. Sorry...but living in the world is the only thing I know and enjoy. I am not going to alienate myself from them, just because they agree.

So anyways...I have to say that this is the greatest thing I have ever read. It applys to my life so well.
I am definitely going to have to make this one of my favs. Most definitely.

Great Write!
| Posted on 2006-10-04 00:00:00 | by Strator | [ Reply to This ]

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