What a Sweet Liar
The question of topic is:
What does it take to love and/or believe in God?
What I say is...
"Nothing. Just open and give yourself to him completely and you'll feel all he has to offer you. "
What a sweet liar I am
What I think is...
'Do I really believe in God? Why do I have to force myself to believe just because you believe in him without question? '
I'm not into the habit
of being pushed to what I'm unsure of.
To have no religious standing...
does it mean I go to Hell? Ha, that's a laugh.
What do I believe in if not God?
At this point I don't care and it doesn't matter.
What a sweet liar I am
I can't even be truthful with myself.
The real answer to that question is
I don't know what to believe anymore.
I say...
"Pity a poor soul who has no destination, so no journey, but only wants her own clarity."
What a sweet liar I am?
Tell me.
What was I lying about again?
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