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Let the sand caress between my toes,
Let the wind cool and dry my face,
Mathematical sequence,
It's all we are as a race.
Malevolence, benevolence,
Questions of an entity,
Give our existence meaning,
All so the world won't feel so empty.
Stand here, pressing to the ground,
Free will is a charade,
Meaningless, ultimately,
The world will end without a sound.
Atmospheric pressure,
Shapes my face as you see,
The air I breathe, it feeds my blood,
Powers the brain which creates me.
Tell me it's intelligent,
Tell me it's from a mind,
Tell me it's too complex for chance,
Tell me just one more time.
I haven't heard it enough, you see,
I'll need five million more tries,
To fathom such a powerful entity,
Which created such beautiful skies.
Tell me I'm meaningless,
Tell me I'm headed to Hell,
It feeds me, it's imperious,
You've dispatched your morality well.
Set in stone are your answers,
Always told it's for the best,
So you want an army of clones, I see,
To lay our concerns to rest.
I'm not saying I'm superior,
In fact, I'm meaningless, right?
I'm just asking, why think like you,
In order to see the light?
We are all unpurposed,
As you play devil's advocate,
Though I'd rather have my own world,
Than to be but another trinket.
Enter my life, exit my life,
Live it all with intent,
If I died with a monumental smile,
Why did I need to be sent?
I'm happy, I'm graceful,
I'm moral, and I care.
Whether or not I've been designed this way,
It is and has always been there.
This is what you can see,
This is a reason for certainty,
Join me in fruitlessness,
You'll still be surrounded by beauty.
It's been family who's pulled you through,
Whatever you attribute it to,
So false accusation, false admiration,
Can cease for whoever's been there for you.
Let the sand caress between my toes,
Let the wind cool and dry my face,
Mathematical sequence,
Do we need more as a race?
Let the wind cool and dry my face,
Mathematical sequence,
It's all we are as a race.
Malevolence, benevolence,
Questions of an entity,
Give our existence meaning,
All so the world won't feel so empty.
Stand here, pressing to the ground,
Free will is a charade,
Meaningless, ultimately,
The world will end without a sound.
Atmospheric pressure,
Shapes my face as you see,
The air I breathe, it feeds my blood,
Powers the brain which creates me.
Tell me it's intelligent,
Tell me it's from a mind,
Tell me it's too complex for chance,
Tell me just one more time.
I haven't heard it enough, you see,
I'll need five million more tries,
To fathom such a powerful entity,
Which created such beautiful skies.
Tell me I'm meaningless,
Tell me I'm headed to Hell,
It feeds me, it's imperious,
You've dispatched your morality well.
Set in stone are your answers,
Always told it's for the best,
So you want an army of clones, I see,
To lay our concerns to rest.
I'm not saying I'm superior,
In fact, I'm meaningless, right?
I'm just asking, why think like you,
In order to see the light?
We are all unpurposed,
As you play devil's advocate,
Though I'd rather have my own world,
Than to be but another trinket.
Enter my life, exit my life,
Live it all with intent,
If I died with a monumental smile,
Why did I need to be sent?
I'm happy, I'm graceful,
I'm moral, and I care.
Whether or not I've been designed this way,
It is and has always been there.
This is what you can see,
This is a reason for certainty,
Join me in fruitlessness,
You'll still be surrounded by beauty.
It's been family who's pulled you through,
Whatever you attribute it to,
So false accusation, false admiration,
Can cease for whoever's been there for you.
Let the sand caress between my toes,
Let the wind cool and dry my face,
Mathematical sequence,
Do we need more as a race?
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FIRST ORDER OF BUSINESS as my past deviations about religion have made me VERY much aware: THIS MAY OFFEND/ANNOY SOME PEOPLE! IF IT DOES, TAKE A DEEP BREATH AND PRESS THE BACK BUTTON! DO WE UNDERSTAND EACH OTHER?
Right...so...here's my poem! This is essentially venting about things that have been said to me before. Now, any dogmatic fundamentalist has said things like the arguments I satirize, so it's not unrealistic. Now, what's this about conversion? Well I actually do think that religion as a whole should be eradicated but that's *sort of* irrelevant. I guess when conversion pops up it's more hypothetical, if you can take it that way. The bottom line is, I am just down right sick of things like this. Religion itself can be my own group of gripes, but this segregation, indoctrination, completely absurd accusations need to stop. Whether you're out in the open about it or keep it to yourself, it's a looking-in-the-mirror type scenario. Say you have fantasies of copulating with a close relative and don't fight them. It's creepy, right? Is it entirely harmless if you keep that to yourself, though? Not really, because it still makes you an incestuous creep, and had such relative known, he or she wouldn't be able to unfriend you fast enough. See what I'm getting at?
Onto the fact that we don't need a god...we don't. The main theme of this poem is the argument that our existence is pointless without an entity looking over us, who created us and has a plan for us. So what if we're pointless? We change that with our actions! If you've used this argument, people like you make whatever afterlife there may be seem like the whole point of birthing. Like, "oh I've no place here but most certainly do in God's eyes!" Why would we have this life if we were just going to live a better life afterward? Isn't this current life just pointless anyway? I say, who cares if we are, just make it count. If you're happy, it really doesn't matter if you have a page on wikipedia, you are still human, and you still died happy, why do we need more?
If you were depressed but becoming Christian saved you then really all you found was hope, not God. It gave you confidence that your existence had individual meaning and it built you up to popularity. Your crutch is now not needed, but was it really needed in the first place? Why not just have hope in the life ahead of you? Surely a couple years ahead is faster than eighty.
Well, that's my gripe, thank you for reading.
Right...so...here's my poem! This is essentially venting about things that have been said to me before. Now, any dogmatic fundamentalist has said things like the arguments I satirize, so it's not unrealistic. Now, what's this about conversion? Well I actually do think that religion as a whole should be eradicated but that's *sort of* irrelevant. I guess when conversion pops up it's more hypothetical, if you can take it that way. The bottom line is, I am just down right sick of things like this. Religion itself can be my own group of gripes, but this segregation, indoctrination, completely absurd accusations need to stop. Whether you're out in the open about it or keep it to yourself, it's a looking-in-the-mirror type scenario. Say you have fantasies of copulating with a close relative and don't fight them. It's creepy, right? Is it entirely harmless if you keep that to yourself, though? Not really, because it still makes you an incestuous creep, and had such relative known, he or she wouldn't be able to unfriend you fast enough. See what I'm getting at?
Onto the fact that we don't need a god...we don't. The main theme of this poem is the argument that our existence is pointless without an entity looking over us, who created us and has a plan for us. So what if we're pointless? We change that with our actions! If you've used this argument, people like you make whatever afterlife there may be seem like the whole point of birthing. Like, "oh I've no place here but most certainly do in God's eyes!" Why would we have this life if we were just going to live a better life afterward? Isn't this current life just pointless anyway? I say, who cares if we are, just make it count. If you're happy, it really doesn't matter if you have a page on wikipedia, you are still human, and you still died happy, why do we need more?
If you were depressed but becoming Christian saved you then really all you found was hope, not God. It gave you confidence that your existence had individual meaning and it built you up to popularity. Your crutch is now not needed, but was it really needed in the first place? Why not just have hope in the life ahead of you? Surely a couple years ahead is faster than eighty.
Well, that's my gripe, thank you for reading.
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