Killing Off God

I used to bow my head in pious submission,

I was praying, please! anyone! listen...

I threw my innermost thoughts into the wind.

After each performance comes “Amen”.

It was what I was taught to do.

This is how they brainwash you.

I used to believe in the inferior nature of my earthly predisposition,

I used to think I could get what I wanted if my knee I did bend,

I used to pray he would forgive me for the Boys I’d been kissin’,

You could always change, they say the Lord can mend.

What God designs imperfectly my brain?

And who sends his zealots to fix my folly,

What God would allow for such pain?!

And who would present himself so calmly?

They said the solution to all is believing,

It took me a long time to start achieving

True seeing, without being

Clouded in opaque shrouds, leaving

No…cleaving! myself from deceiving,

Heaving on my back the grieving,

That comes with disbelieving.

Into my life new happiness interweaving,

Killing off God is relieving.

Killing god fixed me.

(Art: "Death and Life" by Gustav Klimt)

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