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it’s 2017 the closet doesn’t have a door there’s still monsters inside amongst binders and gender-neutral clothes if you’re a millennial
Hear my prayer, On heavens high, I exalt you and swear That you are much greater than I. Oh, Divine Lord
A Cadet in college takes another sipalong with his brothers so why would he quit?Sitting on a bean bag having the time of his lifehe'd drink away his problems and wouldn't think twice.
Give me something to die for Bless me with martyrdom Proffer to me, the glory of a selfless end Show me a death worth dying Convince me there is a life worth living I beg to you, God-- Let me not feel guilty for
Just another kid right? I just don’t understand what adolescence has to do with intelligence, because I’m talking to adult minds and I can’t believe there level of negligence.
God loves everyone, but even if look or smell Like we've sin we'll go to hell. That sucks Where do I begin: Shucks I am glad you see a future for me In such a vibrant environment But I sincerely beg thee
Their prayers call out shouting to a false god, a deity made of silicone and lies. Their lungs ache, their throats grow hoarse, but they will not-- cannot be silenced.
It's a little misery from a place my mother's stomach to my abusive sibling and dad I am born to be infuriated born to not be able to change it to be shocked condemned into a religious
The only time I believed in you,
The other me is someone only seen by few, Someone not as corageous or as sure of what to do. Inside I'm scared of letting others down, Scared of rejection or the real me to be found.
Men kneel to kings, And kings kneel to gods. And though no monarchy holds my allegiance, And no deity my faith,
Love everyone thou shall not kill thou shall not covert thy neighboors wife give to the poor hate gays pro war, fuck ya 'murica wanna hear a joke? women's rights
Kneeling in the pews, I follow suit and pray.As droning envelops 'round me like the sea,
"I am not religious", I tell them. I'm just not. I am not rejecting religion. Just after all these years of having christian religion shoved down my throat I'm just not interested, you know?
"You're an atheist?!" "You know you're going to hell right?" "I'll be praying for you." Yes. I'm an atheist. No that does not mean that I worship Satan, or I hate religion, or I hate God, or
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting
You and I are made of stars,
tell me to go to hell tell me i'll burn there tell me i'm the devil's spawn i really dont fucking care tell me you'll pray for me tell me you have hope tell me i'm not that bad
Some believe in a greater being, Some do not. From what I've found true in divinity, I found no to much more freeing. But if I had a second shot, I would pray,
What do you do when there are no words to expressall the thoughts you've barely fathomed into a conscious
Dead man walking Sentened by the boss Look who's talking Sorry for the loss Dead man walking We'll get there somehow But where are we now? Let's get rolling
People stare at me Whenever I say YOLO But what they don't get Is what I truly mean You see, I am an Atheist (Please don't come hating) But the reason I say YOLO
This gracious land beyond the seaForetold by prophets to be nearA land far better than you’ll be. A time has passed but all I seeAre kingdoms lost–forgotten yet “dear,”This gracious land beyond the sea.
I tend to get scared when I think about my life. What happens when it just ends? I've never really believed in a god or an after life. All of that just seems silly and make believe.
What could possibly be said to comfort those left behind? Everyone clings to thoughts of their own. But what would she actually say to those in this moment? You know she did not agree.
It's crazy that I could say I saw God and told someone and they would look at me like I was crazy. Then again if a Priest said he came to him and if he told someone, they would think he was one of the holiest man ever.
Living life is Nature’s gift. There millions of people just exist and wandering the earth in search of this life. The sad thing is when people witness this so call life, they only get to see it at afar and view it.
The God that I see is not dead nor alive, but asleep. I guest he forgot to set his alarm clock, but seems we have evolved to the point where we don't need to wake him.
Seeing through exists with a tiny telescope is redefining all the laws of creation. I call this resistance, can you agree with my decision. I wonder if God does?
If there is a God, then why doesn't he stop all of these wars and crimes that are happening? The reason why he won't stop it is because he is the one to take the blame for. If he can see all past, present, and future;
If it’s so that his will is to stop me, then why haven't I been silence yet. Because I can walk on top of water too, it's called ice. It's not that I haven't put faith into him,
There's a room which has a light that is hanging from the ceiling, but the light won't turn on. I guess I have to call someone to fix it to see what I'm clearly not missing.
If it's true that God loves his children so much, then why would he become anger at me for not believing in him? So that so called love he says is nothing when he will send you to hell because of it.
It's a bird, oh wait it's a plane, wait can you pause the movie for a minute, because I have to tell this Jehovah witness that I'm not something for sale.
All throughout my life I couldn't understand why you do the things you do, and why you take so many loved ones away from each other. Also, when we're in trouble and you're not there to help us.
I can't worship an all-seeing powerful being, if he invented evil, but that's not the thing that makes my skin crawl. It’s the fact that he enforces good among us, but doesn't have his soul priority
God makes the universe so big that it keeps continuing in every direction, but we as Earth only know of our race. It would be a shame that God only made us to worship him,
When the others shut their eyes, I kept mine open. I thought about what it would be like to be minuscule, to climb on the statues in church. I thought about what could happen to make me stop kneeling. I always knew I was
I don't know if I will ever be able to describe you in the way I truly experience you. When I think of you, I lose the words. I can only feel them. I know you aren't meant for me.
Our backs were bent ‘til we were walking on the knuckles of our souls The trees were drinking angels’ tears in the deserts where they grow And the only time my heart was shaken was when I threw it to the wind