|An Atheist's Rant
Author: Sukiam6 PM
Something I wrote after being a little pissed off.Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst - Words: 500 - Reviews: 3 - Published: 07-01-05 - Status: Complete - id: 1953200
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An Atheist Rant
So, I've dismissed this concept of God, this concept of what shall happen to me, if in fact I do not believe and I've dismissed my faith, of to which I have never truly believed in the first place. A bible in the room, rosemary on the drawer, and simple certificate stating my christening near birth and this, supposedly confirms my faith. A bible that I've read? Yes, I have read it. Many times, yet the concept of this man named Jesus-this man who's conception was pure, who's life was lived without sin-and who died, according to this bible; died by man and his vanity. Man and his wants, his want to be happy-a sin says this bible. Man is to fear God, man is to worship God, and man is to live god's shadow. Why? because man is impure-the byproduct of God's own mistake. His mistake, being blamed on anyone other than himself, the pure ones that the almighty created were tainted by another one of God's creation. The evil fallen angel that tempted the pure, the pure now shaken, tainted by the evil, but in the end-tainted by God himself. I live free, free of restrains, free of fear-the fear that scares so many. Scares them into normalcy-into wars and misjudgement, scares them into ignorance, blindness to stupidly. Now we have so much as the result, we have joy but then we have the death brought by those who killed over what they believed in. Wheather false or true, their beliefs drove them downward. Their beliefs drove them into the pits, the pits of the all-fearful lair of Lucifer-the lair where the others dread. The others are the ones who do not believe, who believe in something else, the ones who were looked upon as wrong, looked at as the terrible ones, and in the end they were just meant to rot.
Cause me trouble, or cause me joy I look at this thing you call a way of life, this life you lead blindly in mine eyes. I shun it always, I declare a warning of 'no' I am not with ignorance, I understand the science of belief, and the science of fact. I only doubt what cannot be explained, I live not in the fear but in the light of my own ways-and I do not live bitter because of it. The light I see shines from sun-not the heavens. The air I breath is what my lungs can feel-not the soul of something entering me and giving me life. The life I live was meant just for me-and not something else. I make my decetions, I follow the path I've created for myself. And all, I find this with freedom and happiness. It is not with that I see, I believe, it is instead with that I know, I believe.