tylereverett Posted May 11, 2014 Share Posted May 11, 2014 Not sure if this is any good, but I wrote it on Thanksgiving day last year.. right when my deconversion process was at its most raw and painful. Maybe someone can get something out of it. Broken dreams and lost memories Of what I was supposed to become Fade away like the image of a bright light After eyes are shut It wasn't supposed to be like this I wasn't supposed to end like this How can I be doing this? I'm crazy, its crazy. The fires of Hell burn hot for the worst people of all Not much worse than that dirty word Apostate It makes your mind race and heart beat How can you escape it? No knowledge unless if its true When you end up in torment That you supposedly deserved For not knowing what love really is For having the gall to assume love is loving For having the balls to say no To reject His embrace To say that its not real; its a lie But to submit is slavery Its no lie Its written in there Slave to righteousness or slave to rightness Is there righteousness? Righteousness sounds a lot like oppression right about now And I can't keep being oppressed I want to live I want to find joy I want to enjoy I want to love. And God is dead Or I am Maybe both There isn't reason to pretend anymore. 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
FreeThinkerNZ Posted May 11, 2014 Share Posted May 11, 2014 Thank you for posting this. Very thought provoking piece. I see you live in Austin. That is my favourite city in the world, because of the Atheist Community of Austin and their TV show The Atheist Experience. What I'd give to live there. 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
maxmaxmaxmax Posted May 11, 2014 Share Posted May 11, 2014 Thanks for posting. It's very powerful to get such a raw glimpse into the period during which someone is going through deconversion. You can really see in your words the fear that religion tries to use to manipulate humankind, and then the bravery of some individuals who resist it. I think those of us who really believed in hell have done something exceptional in overcoming that threat which to us was real. I think we can be proud of ourselves. I am proud of the person in this poem, and it makes me proud of myself too. You also talk about wanting to live, and to enjoy life. Those things are constantly promised by religion, but true life and true enjoyment cannot come, as you point out, from a place of slavery and submission. I also find it interesting that you used the capital H for both Hell and His. It's a nice touch. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
amateur Posted May 12, 2014 Share Posted May 12, 2014 I like it! Powerful. Yes, no more reason to pretend! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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