You know
I was raised in a Christian culture
Never really considered myself it
(Recently at least)
But there are times
You want appeal
But then you choke
Because you see how small you are
And how great is God?
I’m not even sure if what I think of isn’t just flawed ideas
I make for a poor atheist
But who else would be looking?
Confidence is the destroyer of curiosity
I just like that one part
Love God
Treat others better
Everything else is rulers bustling about
May they be wise
You don’t think I know
Media has built me
A lone individual
Think of the power
And how stupid you think I am
You are the ones buying
And framing me
It is easy with poetry styled to reflect a propagatory time in our history. Be aware when told to think, who has set the stage?
Could you really know
Innocence before guilt
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