Brought up to believe in a white light and white bearded man.
What was the truth?
Sitting in a church waiting for the end.
Only enjoying the wine;
I grew up conflicted.
I did not believe in what I was told.
I wanted freedom a chance to be me,
The real me
I found an alternative; I thought I had found me
My teenage life was full of confusion of religious acceptance and social responsibility.
Then my faith was shot to the core
I lost what was familiar to me and I blamed religion.
I blamed the supernatural being for ripping my life apart.
Once again, I had mixed feelings between my mind and my 'faith'
As time passed so did my faith.
I now believe in someone after this life but I have no faith in religion.
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