Why I don't need your "help"A Poem by NotchHeroMy little rant about religion. If you don't like it at first, please wait to judge me until you have finished it. You owe me that much. I am a human, just like you: remember that.
I see you,
Sitting there, Beautiful and intelligent, And all I can think is: I wish you'd look this way. Yet I know that you won't be controlled. I know that I can never have you. And why? Because I'm unacceptable to society, I am the worst kind of person to much of the world; I don't walk into a mosque or a synagogue or a church on a regular basis. And you know why not? Because I don't need them. Holy ground? More like elaborate trick. Place of worship? More like place of torture. Connection to Heaven? More like completely pointless. The holiest place on Earth, Well that's where ever any life exists. It's where the miracle of diversity occurs, It's where uniqueness thrives, And it's where ever you can reach. The power that you hold within your soul, That thrives on life and vitality, Comes to to fruition when you come in contact with Nature. My higher power is nature, Good, bad, just, unjust, Complete, fragmented, And ever present. So, no, I don't want your churches, Your mosques, your synagogues, Your rituals, your prayers, your rules. I want the satisfaction of nature, Gained through hard work, Kept through survival. As long as the Sun keeps shining, And the Moon keeps following, The birds keep chirping, And the frogs keep croaking, The Winds keep blowing, And the Seas keep crashing, The plants keep on growing, And Life keeps on living, I won't need your manufactured speeches, Your stiff collars, your vows of this or that, I won't need your charity or your staunch beliefs, Your first century feuds, or even your politics. I won't need redemption, or your promises of heaven, Your Angels and your Demons, Your Prophets or your Dreamers, Your Saints or your Bishops, Your Popes or your Priests, Your well-wishes or your pity. Because all I need is the Love, Love of self, family, friends and surroundings. So, no, I don't go to church, But my religion, Well, maybe you're not ready, but, My religion preaches true acceptance, And even though you're wrong about many things, I love you just the same. I see you as my equal, Whether you made a million dollars in a day, Or you are broke, begging to survive. So, no, I don't need your religion, I have my own.
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