I Don't Believe in God

CW: extremist religions, murder, violence

From the shootings and the stabbings, to the bruises on your skin

Many ways to go about this life, and many ways to sin

Having faith in God doesn’t make what you do just

For there is evil hidden in the crowds, even in the ones you trust

Putting in all of the religious work doesn’t always make it the truth

You can be a monster at the altar and even the confession booth

In this poem, I don’t care what you think, because you know it’s true deep inside

A person who hides behind the good of religion is the one who gets away with the most lies

You can beg and pray to the sky above to forgive you for all that you did

But the truth was right there on Judgement Day when you ran away from God and you hid

The pain you inflicted on the real world will never go away with a prayer

Because when you die, you’ll see that the real monster was just your reflection standing there

And the people you’ve killed, the burnings and lynchings all in the name of repentance

It’s just a facade to hide the fact that you couldn’t handle acceptance

I think that you’re a joke, I think that you’re a coward and I think that it’s a bit odd

How you could be a such horrible person and still believe in your own devotion to God

The symbol you worship is simply a cross where an innocent man had been killed

But he did it so you could “be free of your sins”, and somehow you feel fulfilled

It burdens me to know that some people feel that this is the way to God’s heart

When in reality, all that you’re doing is tearing the entire world apart

God is an illusion, a mask you hide behind to diminish all things that you’ve done

You can hide and lie, deceit and fight but you’ll never be able to run

When you die, you’ll see your life and I hope you’ll think yourself through

I hope you fully hate yourself for the people you’ve killed and I hope that God hates you too