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.
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.
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