“To terrify children with the image of hell, to consider women an inferior creation—is that good for the world?”
― Christopher Hitchens
When the Sun rises up, do I worry?
When the Sun sets in the horizon, am I filled with a sense of purpose?
What is our purpose in the materialistic world filled to the brim with hate?
Is our purpose to share our love and kindness?
Why do we need a saviour to tell us to share our love?
Hell is a place where the sinners will be
Purgatory is where we are punished temporarily
Heaven is where everything is better, it seems
God is our ruler and a sharer of love
Reality is none of the above.
I spent years worrying, ‘Will God love me?’
I never stopped and thought if God existed
But what if I’m wrong and you are right?
But you already think that
So the question is: what if I’m right and you are wrong?
Religion shouts at me: ‘You need to be saved!’
I whisper back: ‘No, I’m fine.’
Religion threatens me: ‘You need Lord for you have sinned!’
I stare: ‘What have I done wrong? I haven’t killed anybody in the name of a lie.’
Religion looks back: ‘I don’t care.’
It seems like religion loves to call their God perfect
Yet my idea of perfect doesn’t involve AIDS or Ebola.
I do not understand why he is called perfect
Because he wasn’t perfect when my sister and father almost died.
That is the greatest lie told by religion.