I once believed in my religion.
My religion had many laws…
Commanded by God himself.
All chiseled into stone by His own hand.
My religion said I only needed to Believe.
But Jesus said that we must love our enemies,
And to treat others how we would like to be treated.
Loving my enemies is almost impossible.
My religion has a sacred book.
God inspired man to write His error-free book,
But soon regretted making man,
And killed them all to start over again.
My religion was a religion of love,
Exclusion and condemnation included.
And we’re not to judge others.
Just love them.
My religion said to love the sinner and hate the sin.
But some got confused,
And hated the sinner.
And sometimes killed the sinner.
My religion says that same-gender love is not natural.
And that we must convert the unnatural to be natural.
And I often wondered if being left-handed was natural.
It isn’t for me.
My religion said to feed the poor.
Yet we’re more concerned with,
Placing God phrases on coins and car bumpers.
My religion became a contradiction.
It became too complicated…
And all I wanted to do was love others.
And I figured out that,
I can love without religion.