Left Behind to Meet Death or Hells Divide

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This is for all who don't meet the criteria of 'salvation' those teachings which are found in the three main god dominant religions which I call the 'Pyramid of Destruction.'

Submitted: May 24, 2019

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I'm waiting here in my aged space for the transformation, that which is physical death. I have heavy limbs now, and tired eyes, but my spirits mind and heart are light, feeling freedom in growing clarity.

In quiet times, I recall my life in reflective acessment as it passes before me in vivid and constant memories.

Moments of worry and fear, seeking to know and understand loves definition from within, born of seconds of actual caring which led to heartbreak unwanted. Tears falling, laughter following, for life is a creative process and part of human hope.

There were many days of silence, those of second thought leading to insight brought forth from introspection. Flaring anger physically felt, biting tongue until it bled. Upon swallowing it, nausea would rise, caught inside my throat. It came from words unsaid, those meant to be spoken.

And always there was them, the ones who'd say, 'I'll pray for you...' for if I didn't accept their god above in his high heaven, to him I'd for certain be dead. And I also knew of the others, who said I must accept without question their differing god, to know 'him' in this particular way or I would meet a fate far worse than mere death, and for me his Hell awaits.

I am a godless pagan and only a man, headed for death or Hell. In my increasing moments of crystal truth, I know their god is cruel. He is of threat and fear, and one I can never love.

As my life of now meets its ending, love is the blanket, the substance of matter to be kept and held near.

To all terrorist gods, I will declare as I am left behind by you and yours, that I am glad it is so. I would never want to share a space with loyalists to terrorism. And I say to them, when I am gone, I will be a testement to your gods failure, for he could not encompass and embrace in compassion that which is all.


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