A De-conversion Poem

By curlew ~

I once was blind but now I see.

It wasn't an epiphany.

I used my head.

I thought instead.

What good is this religion?



Prayers unheard.

Read the word.

Pretend it really matters.



Sing the songs.

Right your wrongs.

Listen while the preacher blathers.



The Bible is a very big book.

Completely full of gobbledygook.

I learned it well.

Enough to tell.

It's a human composition.



By a 67-year-old ex-Christian and ordained Southern Baptist preacher.