Make them Worship
Unfiltered Thoughts on Religion, Faith & Worship
Let me scare you into belief -
faith based on fear of the unknown,
loyalty founded in lies.
Let us lift our hands to an empty sky,
eyes fixed on a rising eclipse -
demons swallowing a dying sun.
Let you fall into rapture,
overcome by your prejudice -
your unwavering opinions.
Why change when forgiveness is promised -
when sins can be washed away
with a man-made tide?
Why worship
when honor comes cheap,
and the afterlife is just
one prayer away?
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Amanda Starks
Epic fantasy writer, poet, and hopefully soon-to-be novelist who wants to create safe spaces to talk about mental health. Magic, swords, and monsters abound!
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"Why change when forgiveness is promised - when sins can be washed away with a man-made tide?" This is soooo true! That's why I'm an agnostic now as I've lost faith in all religions. Loved your poem!