RedRavenPoems

It does not matter what you call it my friend. It’s become a problem here in the end. Is supposed to be a place built on freedom of expression. Yet often we find ourselves under oppression.

You push your beliefs at everyone else. Try to force them to your line of thinking, how is that fair? Can’t we all get along? Can’t we all share?

Your God is the right one, you exclaim to the crowd. Yet how can you really explain to me how? He preaches of peace, of love and kindness. Yet many of you practice nothing but blindness.

“Your on the wrong path, your going to hell.” If that is the case then please, wish me well. I do not need the promises of divine rewards to do good. I do the right thing, because I know I should.

It’s called empathy and morals my friend. Something you should learn, when will you begin? You say I live in sin? I don’t see it that way. I do what is right, and that’s how I play.

I’m a Godless Heathen because of my choices? That is your choice to say, I’ll keep to mine, and things shall be perfectly fine.

I have my beliefs, I don’t push them you, can you my friend say the same and it be true?